About the Artist…

The purpose of this site is to share my story; the good, the bad and the weird. I hope by sharing what it is really like to live with bipolar 1, it might help one other person out there that feels unique. I've learned I'm not alone, but it doesn't make it easier, just a little less isolating.

Childhood: I was born in 1981 in Ohio. I have one older brother. My father was in the military so we moved often and I learned to make friends quickly; but relied heavily on my big brother. I grew up in the suburbs and somehow always managed to find a field or creek or nature to play in. When I played, I played harder than any boy. I could widdle a stick, torch a rat, or climb a tree quicker than anyone. 

When I was 7, one night while we were at choir practice my father decided to take all his possessions and leave our family for a side piece. My mom says my skin turned dull as if I had died. I don't remember much of my childhood, my memories are spotty. I do recall having a very active imagination. I used to see ghosts; my ancestors would visit me and keep me up all night playing cards, drinking, laughing, dancing and carrying on. I hated when they visited, but I didn't like being alone. I used to be scared if my closet was left open, even a crack, because there was a dead woman's head always staring at me which was disconcerting. My room came alive at night after he left. I was always tired. I would see things during the daytime too, but they were funny and kept my mind active. I never told anyone. 

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