One of my dearest friends suggested the name. Maybe because he knows I am an anglophile. But maybe because it's Churchill. Churchill got me a job in a news room. I was the only Yank working for an organization who on the death of Princess Diana knew that she was related to the former PM and his mother Jennie.
So I started a novel about my struggles, half real half made up, back in 2000. I wrote copiously until December 2002, when I was put in the hospital for 30 days and given ECT. I had a bad experience with the ECT and stopped writing.
I started writing it again a few months ago, when my two muses each acting without the other;s knowledge, convinced me to write/blog again.
This was followed up by two more bloggers, also hyper linked to my front page here. Daring me to write again.
So I am trying. I took the material from 5 years ago and re worked it, for this blog, for whomever might read it. But there will be a lot of new things, as I write about recovery and all that entails. The older stuff, I will mark by dates.
But even the old stuff, its all new as one depression does mirror another, and one mania mimics another as well.
And this recovery, it's hard, damn hard.
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