When I write the words just fl ow. I get an inspiration or a thought and have to write it down. Why, I do not know. They just fl ow and all follow a story. I write my innermost thoughts with the deepest passion imaginable and all are TRUE life experiences which have occurred in my life. I am diagnosed Severe Bipolar Disorder and disabled and draw SSDI. I no longer have to work from over 40 yrs in Maintenance and 2 degrees in Electronics and Electrical maintenance. I do draw disability now for over 2 yrs time and depression is a daily bout which I face every day, but try to be positive. The medicine I take is for my head and helps with mood swings and depression. As to date, I cannot read many of my works as I Bawl like a baby at most of them. I remember when and how I felt when I wrote them. But all of them follow a story to the end. I cannot recite a single one because once written they are gone, otherwise they eat my Brain. I am crying now as I write this and divulge my deepest thoughts and experiences of my life. I feel better now that it is gone from my head folks. When a situation arises, I just know which ones will deserve recognition to be told. I