Dear inertia: We should form a club, BiPolars missing in action, AWOL, whatever.I have flashbacks to my childhood and adolescence, when I felt so bad, was so depressed, I couldn't get out of bed. i remember my mother putting me in a car and us sitting in traffic, her screaming in my ear, "there better be something really wrong with you missy, making me take you to the doctor at traffic hour." I swear she screamed for two hours. Great Cure for depression. And, you'll love this, she went to med school and became a psychiatrist. It's all so ironic. She was serously bipolar. While she was galavanting around with her med school friends I was trying to pay bills, She'd say how much we had in budget, I'd write out checks, put them in envelope with bill, she would drop by to sign them, plus looking after my two younger sibs. I would get so depresed, I couldn't get out of bed, couldn't face the world, I'd just say to myself "tomorrow, I'll feel better tomorrow, I'll go back to school, tomorrow. Well, this is tomorrow. I don't want to wake up, don't want to get out of bed, don't want to be bothered by anyone. Gave my son, my car, my cell phone and some of my jewelry and sent him into big city to try and raise some funds so we can keep heat on and eat. Tomorrow, we'll feel better. Right?