Thursday, October 11, 2012

My Life Before I was Diagnosed as Bipolar

Good Morning everyone:

It is 2:30 a.m. and I slept for 5 hours and woke up unable to get back to sleep. My son's father only saw him in pictures when he was in the army and once he was out of the military we were divorced because he was a dead beat dad who relinquished his parental rights because he owed my $10,000 back child support and wouldn't pay. ray was a hard core alcoholic and the alcohol was more important than his son. I divorced Ray when Alan was nine months old.

I was on a downward spiral by that time. I was twenty-four and my behavior was starting to become more bazaar. I was living with my parents at the time and they were helping to take care of Alan. I was back in college and not drinking at the time because I wanted to take care of Alan the best I could with there help. I graduated from KSU with a pud degree in Social Science because I wanted to be able to support myself and my son.

I went to work for my parents in there business and I moved out of there house and into my own. I graduated from KSU in 1986. My grades were poor because I wasn't happy and for the first few years I didn't want to be in school because I wanted to figure out what I wanted to do so I wasted my a parents money and went to Fort Hays State University in Hays, Kansas. I partied there all of the time and was only in class about half of the time. However, my GPA was 3.75. At one point, my friends stopped partying with me and I became fast friends with Black Label Jack Daniels. I would sit in a chair in the common room on my dorm floor and drink Jack and Diet coke and cry.

I recall one time where I invited my boyfriend and some other friends to my dorm room for a wine and cheese party. We drank chateau Mouton Rothschild wine and ate imported cheese after we finished  the wine and cheese we went bowling. i really don't remember much about bowling, but I do remember passing out in my boy friends dorm room and waking up the next morning with the room spinning.

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