I guess I'll open up and admit to my reading public that I have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder.  I'm not crazy, and I take lots of pills to prove it.  I've not had a problem in several years.

Well, I haven't been hospitalized since 1999.  I have been real depressed, and I have been manic, but not out of control to the point I had to pull a "Fire and Rain."  I see my psychiatrist regularly, and I've been taking my meds as directed.  The most important thing for me is to have a doctor who trusts me, and who I can talk to.  My last doctor hailed from Bombay, India, before settling in Dallas.  Now my new doctor is from the former Soviet Union, and I feel like I'm in a "Boris and Natsha" cartoon when I go see him.  We communicate well.  He's put me on ADD medicine, and it's helping.  There is a pill to get you to finish your tasks!

The worst thing about bipolar disorder, in my opinion, is when my moods get out of sync.  I don't necessarily notice it until I'm overwhelmed.  There are pills for that too, and I feel very fotunate to be diagnosed now--as opposed to 50 years ago.

The Harvest Moon is full, and I did my baying at it last night.  I've been dating a fun, but bad influence old friend dude, and I feel the need to break it off.  I need to do better for myself.  I need someone who can understand the world as well as me.  It's a small world when he and I are together.

I feel a poetic muse approaching.  That's my best way to get my feelings sorted out.