Description

By John Welsh

ISBN: 978-1-84991-688-2
Published: 2012
Pages: 80
Key Themes: Mental Health, Bipolar, Poetry,

Description

This the third and obviously final book in the Manic Trilogy began as a book about childhood memories but is not really a childrens book. I am not drawing any lines in the sand as to where childhood stops and the other nonsense begins. I have met a lot of people who are trying to relive and regain childhood and some who even want to reattach the umbilical cord and crawl back
inside a safe womb.

Early on in its conception, I realised that as well as my hazy inspections of bygone days I would include influences such as family and the trials and joys of growing up. I researched and looked for triggers by revisiting my Yorkshire roots and was able to live again those vivid times when the grass was greener and the sun always shone even in Winter.

About the Author

After the lowest period in my life in 1995 I was diagnosed with having bipolar disorder or manic depression. This revelation did not send me into further bouts of gloom and worry in fact it was like a light had come on and made sense of many manic episodes in my life. My earliest recollection of feeling something was wrong was my acute sensitivity and my inability to handle situations which include intense feelings especially embarrassment. It made me feel physically
sick and the tears would flow so I would seek solitude and became comfortable in my own company.

In my teens I felt out of place, born in the wrong place and time and was constantly looking for outlets for my growing frustration. Schooldays were another cause of seeming like time badly spent and I rushed out at 16 to sample the diversions of the city of Sheffield. Beer became a trigger for problems and women were my pleasurable downfall.