My second episode began with a voice:  “Jonathan, why are you denying your God?”  Of course, it freaked me out and as I looked around the street in front of

    I finally left for China after changing my mind at least four hundred times.  My mom helped me pack my bags, because I was incapable.  My dad drove me to the airport to

April 16, 2002 – University of Virginia

The following, like me, is a work in progress.  It's a personal tale that is painful to write, as I remember the struggles trying to navigate through the labyrinthine pits and treacherous heights of my mind.  I share it because I know I am not alone in these experiences.  I share it because I know there is hope for those who have none.  I share it to let you know that you are not alone.  But, in sharing my story, I'm doing this for me, because I need to get it out.  I need to make sense of it all.  After being broken so many times, I need to put the pieces back together in a new, independent synthesis of wholeness with purpose.

Madness is genius that wants and needs to be harnessed for creation. The mad mind must be fed a daily buffet of deep, challenging, creative work.

So, it has been roughly 4 months without any meds, and I feel good! Not TOO good, but I am definately happy.