Well it seems all the medication in the world that I have tried over the last 18 months has not been able to prevent the inevitable....our fall into financial ruin. We are now in the process of selling all our assets in an attempt to be able to keep a roof over our heads.

I wish I could have found the right medication in time. I wish there was some cure for this terrible and crippling affliction, one that not only affects the sufferer, but any family and friends associated with them. I wish I could have prevented this from happening. I want to wake up and all of this is just a bad dream.

But I am awake.

This is real.

And I am seriously up the creek without a paddle. Is this what leads people to do the inevitable? Does anyone with Bipolar actually live out their life and find contentment, or are we all doomed to self destruct and top ourselves before our time?

I know how I feel at the moment. Scared. Alone. And without any answers or hope for the future.