Long before I had any idea I was Bipolar, I would lash out at anyone or anything for no reason.
I carried a gun and scalpels because I lived in New York City. I went after a Hell's Angel and cut his neck with a scalpel for touching me. I cut all 4 tires on a Mercedes because the driver gave me the finger. I threw a 10 pound huge crystal ashtray at my Mother and it made a huge hole in the wall. If it had hit her, she would be dead.
I have ridden horses my entire life, the kid across the street found a bunny nest. I told him to stop touching the newborn baby bunnies and he ignored me. I waited for him to come up to the street and chased him on the horse until he fell.
I did things you cannot imagine, I had no idea I was bipolar. It is a genetic disease and you must work at it every day.
I pray a lot as well. You can get it under control with a lot of work, I did. Just imagine if you got thrown in jail. At my last appointment with my Psychiatrist, he admitted he worried all the time I was going to kill someone, I did too.View Thread