When I write the words just fl ow.I get an inspiration or a thoughtand have to write it down. Why,I do not know. They just fl ow and all follow astory. I write my innermost thoughts with thedeepest passion imaginable and all are TRUElife experiences which have occurred in mylife. I am diagnosed Severe Bipolar Disorderand disabled and draw SSDI. I no longer haveto work from over 40 yrs in Maintenance and2 degrees in Electronics and Electrical maintenance. I do draw disabilitynow for over 2 yrs time and depression is a daily bout which I face everyday, but try to be positive. The medicine I take is for my head and helpswith mood swings and depression. As to date, I cannot read many ofmy works as I Bawl like a baby at most of them. I remember when andhow I felt when I wrote them. But all of them follow a story to theend. I cannot recite a single one because once written they are gone,otherwise they eat my Brain. I am crying now as I write this and divulgemy deepest thoughts and experiences of my life. I feel better now thatit is gone from my head folks. When a situation arises, I just knowwhich ones will deserve recognition to be told. I hope all appreciate thistestimony of mine. All I say is true to fact.
