Header (Keith of brokenwhole, the blogger: I write a detailed introduction to myself an my main bipolar blog at the end of each posting. You'll see it at the bottom of this post. ‘I blogged throughout the whole experience, even before I knew I was bipolar, so I view my blog as a fairly unique testament about what it feels like to... Read more
Header (Keith of brokenwhole, the blogger: I write a detailed introduction to myself an my main bipolar blog at the end of each posting. You'll see it at the bottom of this post. ‘I blogged throughout the whole experience, even before I knew I was bipolar, so I view my blog as a fairly unique testament about what it feels like to... Read more
(Keith of brokenwhole, the blogger: I write a detailed introduction to myself an my main bipolar blog at the end of each posting. You'll see it at the bottom of this post. ‘I blogged throughout the whole experience, even before I knew I was bipolar, so I view my blog as a fairly unique testament about what it feels like to go through... Read more
My title comes from the song by the Boomtown Rats, about a 16-year old girl who went on a shooting spree at her high-school with the excuse that she didn't like Mondays. But you'd have had to be around my age, most probably, to know that.My reasons for not liking Mondays are more petty: it's the day our cleaners come, which means... Read more
By the summer of my 42nd year - the summer in which my mind exploded - I was, by measures both worldly and otherwise, a successful man. My boyfriend Ben was a very smart, good-looking, gentle-hearted guy; we were both in excellent health and had protected ourselves behind appropriately gym-worked-out bodies. Each Friday we'd leave two adorable... Read more
