It's hard to believe my life was once whole, complete. Now that all seems like a dream, another lifetime. That was life before my son died, my only child. An inconceivable loss, a heartbreak to huge to relay. A mind that wasn't my own, but still wanting to care and have humour for those around me whilst being in a psychiatric unit. Then a diagnosis of Mania Bipolar. I had known all my life I was different, a little eccentric that was all, turns out that wasn't the case.A story of loss, new truths, silver linings, self-care, Bipolar awareness and a whole load of mindfulness and wellbeing thrown in for luck.My journey through it all has been one of hope amid all the darkness, courage when fear ran through my entire being and a will to go on. A stealth determination to claw my way out of the hell that tortured my mind and body daily. But to end it on a positive note, hopefully an insightful and informative read with a little sense of humour to lighten the mood. When all is said and done it takes a great big mixture of all sorts to continue the walk of life sometimes.
