I've liked writing ever since I was very young. It seems like whenever I write, the giant mess that is in my head can come out as something more clear, if only slightly moreso. My fathers side of the family carries Bipolar Disorder, which was given down to me as well. At first I struggled greatly with it. I would end up lying in bed for hours, days, and once about a whole months time from depression. Overall, I believe that I have grabbed this "disorder", and have attempted to turn it into something positive. Maybe one day all the visions of events and words that flow through my head will be thrown onto paper, instead of in my mind.