I am so blessed but do you understand to what depth I was unhappy and in deep despair all my childhood? Anyway, after years of so so happiness on risperdal, working overtime for 3 years and crashing again, then good for a few years, then stopping risperal (i did not like that drug) and becoming homeless. Beaten by cops for no reasons all along and other such delights of our dark society. Finally finding one drug (meds) i LOVED! And being good for 12 years until hubby started going mad....I started smoking street pot from dubious sources and too much of it, tampered subsequently my schedule of great meds also. Well, looking back on that, if i had to be mad, I would certainly do it all over again (except the childhood, that was too much to keep me sane).
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