I was born into a very heavily bipolar family, with a brother and sister diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Although my first training was as a musician, my siblings illnesses led me into psychology, where I practiced for over 20 years. After a hiatus resulting from mid-life shift, I am now writing, painting, and composing. I have accumulated the necessary experience, I believe am ready to give back to the world.
My life has been no small journey, and has been fraught with many suprises, as friends and family would testify. I began in my music career with a scholarship, but after the second semester switched to psychology, in order to help people, who, I felt, were like my brother and sister. They are older and went through numerous stays at mental hospitals, receiving multiple ECT treatments, neuroleptics and the like. I practiced 20 years as a psychologist, but missed my music dearly, composing pieces once every several years. I began writing about 5 years ago. The creative pursuits have helped to break me out of psychodiagnostic thinking and categorizing people into neat little psychiatric jargon. Psychology is a strong mojo, but is not the truth.
I think I am a seeker of the truth, actually. Why else would I change my direction from music to psychology? Why would I enter a relatinoship with someone of a different race and have biracial children? I do not know. . I have acted with no thought of attempting to make a point. . rather just to explore life as it presents itself with me.
Now, I am married again to a Danish citizen, and this has been the most difficult challenge of all, ironically enough. Someone would not think this culture would pose such demands, but I find it closed to growth, and that. . .really that. . has been the major challenge. I think that Scandinavian culture has a definite feeling of in group and out group. I am ready to return to the states after trying this for almost 2 years. . . .I have learned so much, though, being an outsider to such a tightly ethnocentric heritage.