Thirteen years ago, my youngest boy was born in Geneva. It was an emergency C-section as they were little sign or no signs of life of him in his mother’s womb. Once he came out his umbilical cord was as black as charcoal. They had to resuscitate him five times before the doctors were able … Continue reading Thirteen years ago.
I went ballistic when I was asked one more time to contemplate the ideas to go into a hospital. I’ve been asked over and over again about it. They know how I feel about it, but they keep pushing. All my life I fought against going to an institution. Especially within this past decade where … Continue reading Hospital Stay! Not For Me. Rather Die.
Through the therapy which led me to be diagnosed as a Bipolar; we found out that I was already dealing with this illness from the age of 12 years old, or so. Intellectually I was gauged to be way ahead of my time but emotionally it was exactly the opposite. Eleven years ago, when my … Continue reading The Dark Side