Recently I started a blog to document the different moods and complex emotions of bipolar disorder. Of course, I chose the most difficult to be first-my first (of what would be many) attempt at suicide. I took a ton of pills found around the house in an attempt to overdose. I remember very clearly the words "I'm Free," having written them in my note and being the words I last thought about before I closed my eyes for what would really not be the last time. Obviously, it didn't work, and I was forced to move along as though nothing had happened. Took me over a decade to talk about it. This photo is a recreation of what was on my desk that night. I'm Free by longm1985, on Flickr And if anyone's interested in understanding bipolar disorder a little more, here's a link to said blog: Hypomanic Impression Thanks for letting me share this with you.