Up and Down

The process of recovery from bipolar is like another mood swing in itself. Some days I feel I can cope and things are looking up; other days it's all doom and gloom. And that's not the illness; it's coping with disaster.

I need to find the language to describe what happened, because there currently is no discourse for it. It must be created, just as I had to create my own treatment plan since there currently aren't any.

I'm at a cafe on College Ave in Oakland, surfing the net, having an iced mocha, and waiting for yoga class to begin. As I get older, I'm starting to realize the importance of exercise and self-maintenance. I'm only 30, but there are big changes in my body and health already.

My dad and grandfather both have and had Alzheimer's, so chances are I'm a strong candidate for it as well. With bipolar also cutting my life short on this end, I'd be happy with a good two decades, at this point. Or any quality of life at all.

I saw Michael Moore's "Sicko" last night with Heather and Jenny, in a sold-out show. The line for the next showing was already out the door as we left. It's clear that this film is striking a huge chord for Americans, many of whom feel left out of the political process completely.

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