I suffer from bipolar disorder. This collection is a description of my life in the psychiatric system. It is a description of sorrow and of the darkest corners in a mental hospital. A description of failure, but also of small victories appearing from the cold earth, where they are least expected.
I have painted pictures of a world viewed through glasses of a manic depressive. They are mood pictures from my life describing how my illness has shaped me to the person I am today.
I have a good life today and I have learned to live with my illness. I just have to take care of myself. Sometimes more than I think necessary.