I've been feeling damn good since my hospitalization (despite some kind of manic moments). Focused, love my work again, huge improvement in relationship to my wife, normal response to stress. Hope is on the horizon. I'm just pissed about a couple of things. One.. is I wish my Dad would have known about his disorder.. so that I could have seen it coming. Two... I'm pissed that I wasted 5 years being brushed off by a few counselors as ADHD and .. here.. have some methamphetamines. Which DID NOTHING. Made things worse? Maybe. I don't know.

Anyway... the real gist here.. frustration aside.. is HOPE.