Den of Dark Shadows

Lonely depressed confused and spending hours a day contemplating suicide in my little eight-by-eight den. At the age of forty-two this is what my life has become. At the age of thirty I had a nervous breakdown and overdosed on several bottles of medication. The next day my wife found me unconscious on the floor and I was rushed to the emergency room after which I spent several days in the hospital. Then I was taken to a mental institution. During my month-long stay there I was diagnosed with a bipolar disorder. The rest they say is history; but in my case the rest is misery.