Over the last 8 years my Bipolar 1 disorder has become worse and worse with very little good periods. Physically a once slender active person I have become homebound, inactive and overweight. In the last year I have spend thousands of dollars in consultations and experimental treatments. It is if I have now reached end stage cancer with nothing for the pain.

My son's death in January took the last bit of my heart and spirit.

Now the Psychiatric Unit I have had as a refuge for 12 years no longer wants me.

My Psychiatrist of 12 years, although he doesn't say it, has given up on me.

Over the last few days I have been weighing the pros and cons of continuing to live in this body.

My husband has engaged back in life already. He has his work, many friends, he went skiing yesterday and go cart racing today. I just sit around or sleep.

He is a good man that has put up with a lot. It is time to set him free.