I'm lucky, even although I've been to hell and back with my bipolar illness, I still think there's work to be done with regards to a better understanding of the challenges associated with bipolar people. Thankfully, there are creative elements to my relapses. I paint and write. I hope to build a bridge into the local community with these hard-earned passions. Even society for, that matter. I hope to confront, challenge, and hopefully enlighten people about mental health, and the bipolar illness especially. I think every creative bipolar person should do this to tackle the stigma and misunderstandings attached to any person with mental health challenges. More empathy. More compassion. More understanding is needed to gain these attributes from society. It shouldn't just come from people who endure mental health difficulties in their lifetime. It should come from everybody. Hopefully, there will be a day for this level of understanding. Hopefully, one day, I'll be able to go anywhere and talk about how nuts I've been or might be in the future. Hopefully, these conversations will become a natural process with many people. All this insight without stigma, discrimination, or even being laughed by the people who don't understand the intricacies of people with mental health challenges. I want to be free in a free society. It's as simple as that.

Ps, my extreme adrenal and religious traumas happened several years ago, 2000 to 2003, a lifetime away, but my poems and art and books may last longer than my average lifespan. Fair trade, after everything is said and done, a lifelong dream has begun. Intoxicating and healing stuff.