I used to write poetry once in a while, but haven't for years now. I do, however, love to cook. That is where my real creativity shines. The different flavors, colors, textures - they all come together. I like to experiment with different things - and when I'm manic, look out! I go into cooking frenzies and my family eats very well for a while until I either crash into a depression or spin out of control. But even when I'm not manic, the drive to cook is there, just not as intense.

Sometimes that's my million dollar question. The blurred line between where "we" end and our "illness" begins.