I’m a private person by nature, but also an author rummaging through his past looking for experiences which, when written in my style will leap from me and land on you resulting in some degree of change expressed through your thought or action. I don’t write for the sake of writing. I write with purpose; with hope that my style captures your attention; and with honesty so that a kinship occurs as you read and when finished actually feel something whether it be acknowledgement, empathy, entertained, or moved. If you don’t experience any shift then I have failed you as a writer.
So many people know so little about mental illness generally, and Bipolar specifically, that to decline the opportunity to be featured in a full-page story in one of the top five newspapers in the country (not too mention their on-line edition) would be foolhardy. There’s no possible way that I and this blog occupying a little corner of the internet could reach the number of readers that this article will touch.
I have spent ten hours on telephone interviews; two hours of photography here at my home; my partner’s been interviewed, and so has my physician. The process has been, frankly, unnerving and profoundly confronting and nowhere near as safe as if I’d been writing it. But I agreed because too many American’s need to understand that mental illness is a disease. Doctor’s need to understand that a post-gastric by-pass patient won’t respond to medications as expected. Patients living with mental illness need to believe that sharing themselves with others is the only way to dilute discrimination based on mental health.
Please watch for it!