My Bipolar Journey

It’s been 68 days since I was detained. Between prison and the hospital, my mind has traveled to many different places. From despair to hope, from fear to calm, from manic to real, and from sadness to happiness. In the next 24 hours, a judge will hopefully accept my psychiatrists report and grant me the freedom that I desire. It’s been a long road, however, necessary in the journey of my life. And if I didn’t follow this path, there is no telling what may have happened. If everything happens for a reason, and you believe in fate, then this journey was meant to be.