tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32563372073198414202011-07-07T15:24:25.068-07:00stnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256337207319841420.post-53252840705996314742010-07-11T21:53:00.001-07:002010-07-11T22:03:58.473-07:00This tells a story about me in three words... *Between Two Poles* ... but let me elaborate.<br /><br />I am a 20 year *veteran* (all due respect to our brave military Troops protecting our rights, country, and freedom) of sorts in the mental health field.<br /><br />You see I was diagnosed as manic depressive or *bipolar* (two poles) after being hospitalized in a psych ward for the first time on December 27, 1989, halfway through my original Senior year of high school.<br /><br />So that Winter was the first breakdown and mental meltdown for me that started the journey of my balancing the fine line *Between Two Poles*<br /><br />And *balance* I often say seems more and more to be my biggest challenge and life lesson of all that I have yet to master. I am and will be as long as I live, a work in progress.<br /><br />Would you care to join me as I blog out my inner turmoil and well as insights of joy on this journey?<br /><br />Come on, "For luck, for laughs, for the unknown," (as the young Magician Schmendric said in the Animated movie The Last Unicorn)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256337207319841420-5325284070599631474?l=betweentwopoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stnoreply@blogger.com0