It was the worst of times. I was alone and afraid. I wandered the streets of the city in search of nothing. I felt shackled by the invisible chains of depression and mental illness. My new "gods" were fear and paranoia.I worshipped them day & night.My soul screamed out to a deaf universe... "Would somebody please help me?" I had arrived at the throne of a living hell. Now...there was silence. Welcome toBipolar The Good Life Breaking the Chains of Depression and Mental Illness