MY HEART BLEEDS FOR ALL OF YOU HERE WHO KNOW THE GRIEF AND AGONY OF A SUICIDAL DEPRESSION - and my heart bleeds for myself. I've had several near-death attempts that have landed my in the hospital intensive care units - but I've always failed to complete the task. Then, it came to me that my destiny apparently does not include stuffing myself out. So, during my last deep depression, I called the "Crisis Line." They responded immediately, and I was surrounded by empathetic mental health professionals who wanted nothing more than to help me. They took me to the hospital psyche ward and I recovered. The question which all young bipolar sufferers ask, "Will it ever get better?" Damn straight it will! I'm writing a book on my struggles with this dreadful illness and all the tragedies it creates, and as Ernest Hemingway's book entitled, The Sun Also Rises suggests - we should never loose faith that the pain/hardship will pass.

Seventeen years ago, I left the job market as an analytical chemist, and went on Social Security Disability Income because I was too mentally ill to work - at any kind of job. Then, due to a series of unusual events, a year and a half ago, my pdoc changed my psychotropic medicinal regimen - and all my BP1 symptoms completely disappeared! Yesterday, I was hired by a very appealing corporation to return to the work of my profession. YES MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS IT WILL GET BETTER and we can help one another to navigate this treacherous bipolar path together.