Sometimes I doubt I am BP. Maybe the two pdocs that diagnosed me are wrong. I just was this brilliant salesman who was able to sell them on the idea I am BP. Perhaps this is just the way I am. Then I think back to my periods of crazy times like walking through a city where there were riots. Taking off to Illinois from Michigan on a whim leaving behind my studies. Hearing on the radio of an upcoming storm. That’s when I found myself going out to the boat to sail it in the storm. I was lucky to get out of that alive. After all, I am invinceable. Right? Then there was that psych hospital that my t told me to go to and be admitted. I was there for one month. Yes, I do have a MI. I think there are times I just do not want to think of myself in this way.