I knew I was different as early as 3 or 4. One of my first memories at 4yrs of age was starting Kindergarten. I realized that all the kids around me were gleefully happy and that this was an emotion lacking in my life. This continued - frustratingly - right through into and during adulthood.

I was diagnosed with Bipolar in my 45th year after a bad nervous breakdow.

Instead of fear or loathing in the diagnosis I was actually overjoyed for finally I belonged to a group of people out there. I actually felt for the first time in my life a sense of normalcy.