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So let me tell you a bit of a story of a boy named  He   He slowly walked unaware of the surroundings except for the sun rays at the last hour of the day on May the 19th. He stepped on the cold grass. He actually couldn't feel it but the air had a mild sting of cold so that he could tell that the grass is cold. He slowly watched the breathtaking scene of the sunrays caressing the grass the perfectly cut wood the tress the houses.  He pictured the hins and rooster randomly walking slowly and barely crying.  He looks at the mirror and he sees a man. A child looking at a man. He even feels scared of himself. He respects himself because he looks like a grown up man but that respects comes from the inner child that lives within his soul. He respects himself so much and tells himself that he can own everything if he opened his mouth. But the one who talks is the child. He is trapped in between his needs and his desires and his necessities to carry his family into a safer s...

Let me tell you a kind of story. This reflects my understanding of how I came to be labelled as bipolar — a slightly more polite way of saying I am insane or crazy or mad. It’s about thinking differently and why that can be threatening to others. When we start to think that other people think differently from the way we do, it is worrisome. Why? Because our ability to cooperate with others depends on our ability to trust others. To trust others, we have to believe we can predict their behavior accurately. To predict behavior accurately, we have to believe we understand the way they think. If you believe you think differently from others, and worse, if you don’t think you can either pretend to think the way others do or learn to think the way you think others do, then you can begin to worry that others will figure this out and will not want you around, any more. This tends to create stress, which makes you worry even more about what might happen to you, which eventually can cause you to...