My manic and depressive episodes, those horrible highs and lows, and what they much later started calling bipolar disorder, it was all so hard on your father, and he was right to let me go. Barry, however, paid for it in spades. He dealt with me, my mental illness, and my hospitalizations for many years after we ran off. I have been healthy and managing myself for a while now, and even had been at the time that Barry took his life, which will be two years ago this January.
