Alone & confused,

As you've read, you're not truly alone. I'm in a marriage that was never good and my wife, who has an undiagnosed mood problem, along with alcohol addiction and sexual hang ups, has been barely supportive and understanding. And I've lost two of my closest friends; one to a heart attack and one who has cut all ties to family and friends due to mental illness. I feel quite alone most of the time. Living in my crowded, sleep deprived brain isn't what I call living but as difficult as my life is, I'm going to hold onto the sucker. I've written it before: Dead is forever. I'd rather be, metaphorically speaking, bloodied, bruised and alive from the pounding that I take from bipolar illness.