I was born under the sign of Pisces, on the fifth of March to be exact, in the Bronx, New York. At this moment in time, as I pen the story of my life as a manic-depressive and borderline personality disorder patient, as the illnesses are defined by the psychiatric community, I have recently celebrated my seventieth year of life.
There were early warning signs when my problems emerged and have continued to haunt me throughout my entire existence. However, it was to be much later on in my life that I was finally capable of surviving my illnesses and learned how to cope with and endure my roller coaster ride that are manic-depressive illnesses. Survival is what a bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder patient must learn to deal with and to accept or the obverse circumstances will be horrific.
It was not until my fifty-fourth year when several psychiatrists put a name to my mysterious maladies. It was only after I had myself admitted to a psychiatric unit o...
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