I am amazed by the number of people suffering from this. I was a happy-go-lucky person until last year. One day I went to sleep and I woke up the next day in a cloud. I thought it would go away but I couldn't shake it.

I tried to stay busy , go to the beach, and hang out with friends but it only got worse. I began to feel isolated and so I turned into a hermit. I only left the house to go to work. I felt guilty because nothing traumatic had happened to me. I was fine right before it all went downhill and now my mind feels clouded like someone took it or something.

I tried to kill myself twice. It was a regular day and then I snapped and wanted nothing more than to end it all, such a strong force that came over me while running errands. I got locked up in an asylum and diagnosed as bipolar.

I felt terrible for thinking depressed people were whiners or just couldn't cope with life.Now I am one of them. All I have to say is I understand people that are confused by this illness. I am too, and I don't expect people to understand because you can't fathom it unless you live it.

This is the craziest thing that has ever happened to me, but with God I will survive somehow and be cured and if not He will give us all the strength to go on until He calls us home.