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Thank you Mike for sharing your story. It has to hurt to go over all this again but I am hoping that at least it helped you a bit to get it out. There are a lot of people here that care about you and I hope you know that and get out whatever feelings you need to here. And as many others have already said – you are one hell of a writer. Have you been published? Do you have anything in particular you have been working on? Take care Mike, Bonnie —
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I learned exactly what the worst-case scenario for unmedicated bipolar can be – I lived it, minus the forced hospitalizations and suicide. Those are about the only things I did not do. I had to kiss my Landcruiser goodbye – I had to just walk away from my own vehicle because it was impounded and I couldn’t afford the fees, and because I was in trouble with the law. It will be some time before I have a license again – imagine the embarrassment of somebody who had to just "walk away" from their own vehicle. Now I walk, ride my bike or take the bus anywhere I need to go. Finally, the one doctor I’ve trusted for a long time finally convinced me to come down from the mountain top and start taking my meds again. He put me on disability (state for now, we’ll reevaluate about permanent in eight or nine months). DSV began to heal, although as I mentioned previously she needed one more major surgery. Our relationship had gone so far beyond therapist-patient that I felt I was no longer receiving any kind of help, and I was angry about what had happened. Then, DSV showed her own *true colors* while trying to enlist my aid in getting back at JSC through a massive malpractice lawsuit – which I would happily have supported – the only problem was, the star witness was me, lying through my teeth about things that, if true, would have made the case solid gold, and both of us rich, while completely humiliating and ruining the JSC’s career. Part of me desperately wanted to go through with it, if for no other reason than to create a wonderful Hell On Earth for JSC to rot in, before she goes to the real one. But, I’ve lied a lot in my lifetime and I’m sick of it. In the end I feel like I’d rather be truthful and poor than deceptive and wealthy. And that just about brings this account to an end. Fortunately, I still have my health. I’m back on my meds; my medical doctor never abandoned me. My family is supporting me. The County is assisting me. Luckily God blessed me with an extremely high level of intelligence, because I’ve probably lost a third of it and I can still pretty much mentally outrace anybody I know. My computer skills are outstanding, my management capabilities are sharp, my desire to teach and my work ethic are as rock-solid as ever. But I don’t really like working for anybody any more. I’m tired of spending grindstone hours fixing other people’s mistakes. I want to write books, and that’s about the only thing that matters to me. I’m not really interested in diving back into the IT support world. Most days I get up at 11, have coffee and a smoke on my balcony while reading a book or the paper, then I get on my PC for a few hours, then I go for a bike ride or a walk. In the evening I have a leisurely meal and watch TV or listen to music. I really hate to give that up …. There are still problems, to be sure. I am unwilling, and probably unable, to work in any kind of structured environment – and I have developed a very strong dislike of the unwashed masses, the public, in general. As I’ve mentioned, to me my only hope is my writing; I am trying to begin another novel – the one I was working on until it was taken from me I have had to concede as gone. In addition, as some of you here know, on multiple occasions I could have been arrested (or at the very least, sued for libel and slander) for making death threats against Jessica St. Clair; I routinely search the Internet to find new places at which she might be working or teaching, and I send off hateful and damaging letter to her supervisors or colleagues. Her (my old) office is only two blocks away from my apartment; I’ve ridden my bike there at night and peered in the window, and I can still see my furniture and all the work I did, now used by JSC and her new office partner. To this very moment I have to say that if I saw her on the street I cannot completely guarantee that I would not try to harm her. Is this any way to live a life? Did I deserve this? For fun, you can decide for yourself. But it hasn’t been any fun for me. Mike Costello – compiled on February 19, 2003 – this is the account of my life up until now. I am bipolar, I am not ashamed of saying so, but I will no longer respect or honor anybody that crosses my path with the intent of harming me or those I hold dear. What else can I say? End – Finale
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – typed: An incredible story. You are an excellent writer. Keep writing from what you know and you will become successful. If this is what feeds your soul then this is what you must do. I think the world will be a better place with your words. c snip I would like to reiterate what Colleen says. It is indeed an incredible story. Thanks for sharing with us Mike
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I just broke into tears. Thanks, guys – finding this group has truly been a godsend. Now I just have to learn to STAY HERE when I’m in my down phase, which today is about three days away (good ol MC clocks in at 5 days up, 3 days down – always). Us "rapid swingers" can practically calendar our moods, and yet if not properly medicated we still fly all over the map as if we’d never seen a pharmacy in our life. But for me that’s part of the issue; I don’t like being medicated. (Unless – of course – it’s something I smoke or something I got from some guy in an alley – why don’t they make a SMOKEABLE or SNORTABLE lithium? I’d be all over that.) : ) and to think my dad’s main feeling about ASDMM is: "You need to stay away from those crazies on the Internet and get yourself grounded with a real therapist!" (A real therapist? From the county nut bin? How interesting – that’s how DSV got her start here in Orange County! I’ll be grounded all right – like a jet liner with a four-inch-wide crack running across its belly …) MC
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Hey, Mike, you surely can write! Definitely your calling now, I’d say. I’d enthusiastically buy any book you wrote. If only your saga you posted here in installments were fiction, I wouldn’t feel so guilty about thinking of it as the next novel I was reading–quickly, so I could see what happened next! Tell us when you do have a work ready to market; you can count on us to tell everyone we know. In the meantime, I think your life is beautiful and I’m very glad I know you at least this much! Kathy
Thank you very much, Kathy! I appreciate your comments. I don’t think "my life is beautiful", but perhaps when I begin to, it will be so! Who nows? That’s why a therapist is a big need for me right now. BP is not just the problem. MC
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – permanently into the ether: Then, DSV showed her own *true colors* while trying to enlist my aid in getting back at JSC through a massive malpractice lawsuit – which I would happily have supported – the only problem was, the star witness was me, lying through my teeth about things that, if true, would have made the case solid gold, and both of us rich, while completely humiliating and ruining the JSC’s career. Part of me desperately wanted to go through with it, if for no other reason than to create a wonderful Hell On Earth for JSC to rot in, before she goes to the real one. But, I’ve lied a lot in my lifetime and I’m sick of it. In the end I feel like I’d rather be truthful and poor than deceptive and wealthy. Now that is INTEGRITY! I’m proud of you!
<sniff Thanks! I wish I could feel that way about myself – that’s the biggest problem. I’ve always basically equated myself with a lump of shit, and around 40 that kind of feeling really magnifies. I have to make some changes … MC
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Hey, Mike, you surely can write! Definitely your calling now, I’d say. I’d enthusiastically buy any book you wrote. If only your saga you posted here in installments were fiction, I wouldn’t feel so guilty about thinking of it as the next novel I was reading–quickly, so I could see what happened next! Tell us when you do have a work ready to market; you can count on us to tell everyone we know. In the meantime, I think your life is beautiful and I’m very glad I know you at least this much! Kathy
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I learned exactly what the worst-case scenario for unmedicated bipolar can be – I lived it, minus the forced hospitalizations and suicide. Those are about the only things I did not do. I had to kiss my Landcruiser goodbye – I had to just walk away from my own vehicle because it was impounded and I couldn’t afford the fees, and because I was in trouble with the law. It will be some time before I have a license again – imagine the embarrassment of somebody who had to just "walk away" from their own vehicle. Now I walk, ride my bike or take the bus anywhere I need to go. Finally, the one doctor I’ve trusted for a long time finally convinced me to come down from the mountain top and start taking my meds again. He put me on disability (state for now, we’ll reevaluate about permanent in eight or nine months). DSV began to heal, although as I mentioned previously she needed one more major surgery. Our relationship had gone so far beyond therapist-patient that I felt I was no longer receiving any kind of help, and I was angry about what had happened. Then, DSV showed her own *true colors* while trying to enlist my aid in getting back at JSC through a massive malpractice lawsuit – which I would happily have supported – the only problem was, the star witness was me, lying through my teeth about things that, if true, would have made the case solid gold, and both of us rich, while completely humiliating and ruining the JSC’s career. Part of me desperately wanted to go through with it, if for no other reason than to create a wonderful Hell On Earth for JSC to rot in, before she goes to the real one. But, I’ve lied a lot in my lifetime and I’m sick of it. In the end I feel like I’d rather be truthful and poor than deceptive and wealthy. And that just about brings this account to an end. Fortunately, I still have my health. I’m back on my meds; my medical doctor never abandoned me. My family is supporting me. The County is assisting me. Luckily God blessed me with an extremely high level of intelligence, because I’ve probably lost a third of it and I can still pretty much mentally outrace anybody I know. My computer skills are outstanding, my management capabilities are sharp, my desire to teach and my work ethic are as rock-solid as ever. But I don’t really like working for anybody any more. I’m tired of spending grindstone hours fixing other people’s mistakes. I want to write books, and that’s about the only thing that matters to me. I’m not really interested in diving back into the IT support world. Most days I get up at 11, have coffee and a smoke on my balcony while reading a book or the paper, then I get on my PC for a few hours, then I go for a bike ride or a walk. In the evening I have a leisurely meal and watch TV or listen to music. I really hate to give that up …. There are still problems, to be sure. I am unwilling, and probably unable, to work in any kind of structured environment – and I have developed a very strong dislike of the unwashed masses, the public, in general. As I’ve mentioned, to me my only hope is my writing; I am trying to begin another novel – the one I was working on until it was taken from me I have had to concede as gone. In addition, as some of you here know, on multiple occasions I could have been arrested (or at the very least, sued for libel and slander) for making death threats against Jessica St. Clair; I routinely search the Internet to find new places at which she might be working or teaching, and I send off hateful and damaging letter to her supervisors or colleagues. Her (my old) office is only two blocks away from my apartment; I’ve ridden my bike there at night and peered in the window, and I can still see my furniture and all the work I did, now used by JSC and her new office partner. To this very moment I have to say that if I saw her on the street I cannot completely guarantee that I would not try to harm her. Is this any way to live a life? Did I deserve this? For fun, you can decide for yourself. But it hasn’t been any fun for me. Mike Costello – compiled on February 19, 2003 – this is the account of my life up until now. I am bipolar, I am not ashamed of saying so, but I will no longer respect or honor anybody that crosses my path with the intent of harming me or those I hold dear. What else can I say? End – Finale
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into the ether: Then, DSV showed her own *true colors* while trying to enlist my aid in getting back at JSC through a massive malpractice lawsuit – which I would happily have supported – the only problem was, the star witness was me, lying through my teeth about things that, if true, would have made the case solid gold, and both of us rich, while completely humiliating and ruining the JSC’s career. Part of me desperately wanted to go through with it, if for no other reason than to create a wonderful Hell On Earth for JSC to rot in, before she goes to the real one. But, I’ve lied a lot in my lifetime and I’m sick of it. In the end I feel like I’d rather be truthful and poor than deceptive and wealthy.
Now that is INTEGRITY! I’m proud of you!
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An incredible story. You are an excellent writer. Keep writing from what you know and you will become successful. If this is what feeds your soul then this is what you must do. I think the world will be a better place with your words. c
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I learned exactly what the worst-case scenario for unmedicated bipolar can be – I lived it, minus the forced hospitalizations and suicide. Those are about the only things I did not do. I had to kiss my Landcruiser goodbye – I had to just walk away from my own vehicle because it was impounded and I couldn’t afford the fees, and because I was in trouble with the law. It will be some time before I have a license again – imagine the embarrassment of somebody who had to just "walk away" from their own vehicle. Now I walk, ride my bike or take the bus anywhere I need to go. Finally, the one doctor I’ve trusted for a long time finally convinced me to come down from the mountain top and start taking my meds again. He put me on disability (state for now, we’ll reevaluate about permanent in eight or nine months). DSV began to heal, although as I mentioned previously she needed one more major surgery. Our relationship had gone so far beyond therapist-patient that I felt I was no longer receiving any kind of help, and I was angry about what had happened. Then, DSV showed her own *true colors* while trying to enlist my aid in getting back at JSC through a massive malpractice lawsuit – which I would happily have supported – the only problem was, the star witness was me, lying through my teeth about things that, if true, would have made the case solid gold, and both of us rich, while completely humiliating and ruining the JSC’s career. Part of me desperately wanted to go through with it, if for no other reason than to create a wonderful Hell On Earth for JSC to rot in, before she goes to the real one. But, I’ve lied a lot in my lifetime and I’m sick of it. In the end I feel like I’d rather be truthful and poor than deceptive and wealthy. And that just about brings this account to an end. Fortunately, I still have my health. I’m back on my meds; my medical doctor never abandoned me. My family is supporting me. The County is assisting me. Luckily God blessed me with an extremely high level of intelligence, because I’ve probably lost a third of it and I can still pretty much mentally outrace anybody I know. My computer skills are outstanding, my management capabilities are sharp, my desire to teach and my work ethic are as rock-solid as ever. But I don’t really like working for anybody any more. I’m tired of spending grindstone hours fixing other people’s mistakes. I want to write books, and that’s about the only thing that matters to me. I’m not really interested in diving back into the IT support world. Most days I get up at 11, have coffee and a smoke on my balcony while reading a book or the paper, then I get on my PC for a few hours, then I go for a bike ride or a walk. In the evening I have a leisurely meal and watch TV or listen to music. I really hate to give that up …. There are still problems, to be sure. I am unwilling, and probably unable, to work in any kind of structured environment – and I have developed a very strong dislike of the unwashed masses, the public, in general. As I’ve mentioned, to me my only hope is my writing; I am trying to begin another novel – the one I was working on until it was taken from me I have had to concede as gone. In addition, as some of you here know, on multiple occasions I could have been arrested (or at the very least, sued for libel and slander) for making death threats against Jessica St. Clair; I routinely search the Internet to find new places at which she might be working or teaching, and I send off hateful and damaging letter to her supervisors or colleagues. Her (my old) office is only two blocks away from my apartment; I’ve ridden my bike there at night and peered in the window, and I can still see my furniture and all the work I did, now used by JSC and her new office partner. To this very moment I have to say that if I saw her on the street I cannot completely guarantee that I would not try to harm her. Is this any way to live a life? Did I deserve this? For fun, you can decide for yourself. But it hasn’t been any fun for me. Mike Costello – compiled on February 19, 2003 – this is the account of my life up until now. I am bipolar, I am not ashamed of saying so, but I will no longer respect or honor anybody that crosses my path with the intent of harming me or those I hold dear. What else can I say? End – Finale
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I learned exactly what the worst-case scenario for unmedicated bipolar can be – I lived it, minus the forced hospitalizations and suicide. Those are about the only things I did not do. I had to kiss my Landcruiser goodbye – I had to just walk away from my own vehicle because it was impounded and I couldn’t afford the fees, and because I was in trouble with the law. It will be some time before I have a license again – imagine the embarrassment of somebody who had to just "walk away" from their own vehicle. Now I walk, ride my bike or take the bus anywhere I need to go. Finally, the one doctor I’ve trusted for a long time finally convinced me to come down from the mountain top and start taking my meds again. He put me on disability (state for now, we’ll reevaluate about permanent in eight or nine months). DSV began to heal, although as I mentioned previously she needed one more major surgery. Our relationship had gone so far beyond therapist-patient that I felt I was no longer receiving any kind of help, and I was angry about what had happened. Then, DSV showed her own *true colors* while trying to enlist my aid in getting back at JSC through a massive malpractice lawsuit – which I would happily have supported – the only problem was, the star witness was me, lying through my teeth about things that, if true, would have made the case solid gold, and both of us rich, while completely humiliating and ruining the JSC’s career. Part of me desperately wanted to go through with it, if for no other reason than to create a wonderful Hell On Earth for JSC to rot in, before she goes to the real one. But, I’ve lied a lot in my lifetime and I’m sick of it. In the end I feel like I’d rather be truthful and poor than deceptive and wealthy. And that just about brings this account to an end. Fortunately, I still have my health. I’m back on my meds; my medical doctor never abandoned me. My family is supporting me. The County is assisting me. Luckily God blessed me with an extremely high level of intelligence, because I’ve probably lost a third of it and I can still pretty much mentally outrace anybody I know. My computer skills are outstanding, my management capabilities are sharp, my desire to teach and my work ethic are as rock-solid as ever. But I don’t really like working for anybody any more. I’m tired of spending grindstone hours fixing other people’s mistakes. I want to write books, and that’s about the only thing that matters to me. I’m not really interested in diving back into the IT support world. Most days I get up at 11, have coffee and a smoke on my balcony while reading a book or the paper, then I get on my PC for a few hours, then I go for a bike ride or a walk. In the evening I have a leisurely meal and watch TV or listen to music. I really hate to give that up …. There are still problems, to be sure. I am unwilling, and probably unable, to work in any kind of structured environment – and I have developed a very strong dislike of the unwashed masses, the public, in general. As I’ve mentioned, to me my only hope is my writing; I am trying to begin another novel – the one I was working on until it was taken from me I have had to concede as gone. In addition, as some of you here know, on multiple occasions I could have been arrested (or at the very least, sued for libel and slander) for making death threats against Jessica St. Clair; I routinely search the Internet to find new places at which she might be working or teaching, and I send off hateful and damaging letter to her supervisors or colleagues. Her (my old) office is only two blocks away from my apartment; I’ve ridden my bike there at night and peered in the window, and I can still see my furniture and all the work I did, now used by JSC and her new office partner. To this very moment I have to say that if I saw her on the street I cannot completely guarantee that I would not try to harm her. Is this any way to live a life? Did I deserve this? For fun, you can decide for yourself. But it hasn’t been any fun for me. Mike Costello – compiled on February 19, 2003 – this is the account of my life up until now. I am bipolar, I am not ashamed of saying so, but I will no longer respect or honor anybody that crosses my path with the intent of harming me or those I hold dear. What else can I say? End – Finale
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