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Hey All I have moved my blog over to http://josephstephan.wordpress.com/

MEGADOSE?

Megadose is what I like to do. Someone in my shoes must do this to stay well. I take a lot of minerals and vitamins. Not only does it keep me sane, it makes me feel so good.
I say : A little nutrition goes a long way. But a lot will take you even further.

I live in the country where we have a goat and some chickens. I learned from raising chickens, the food we feed them is incomplete. We have to supplement them with minerals and vitamins so they won't peck each other too much. It makes for some nice looking feathers. Without supplementing, their diet has only enough nutrients to sustain life, and not a very good one.

The food our general society eats is much like the chicken feed. It's empty. Most of it processed and demineralized. Why would anyone want food that has been made intentionally less nutritious? How is this important? Before I knew anything about nutrition, I was bipolar. Violence, rage and aggression were my life. I was a victim of a poor diet.
Good nutrition has changed my life completely. It has allowed me to do the impossible.

If you are what you eat, then make mine a double!

Little Known Fact

Here's something... My father is a power engineer with a steam ticket. Not a scientist or a doctor. He's an engineer. Try telling an engineer there is no answer to a problem. They're not going to buy it.

After the heartbreaking day in Calgary (when the specialist tried to teach my father that nothing can be done to fix bipolar), he began to work and pray. The answer to this problem would not come easy. In the meantime, he had a family to provide for, and a very aggressive son to deal with.

I still remember some of the experiments. I can tell you that drinking rust water and putting magnets on your head will not cure bipolar! However, it will get you one step closer to the answer. You see, you must try everything and you have to pray (a lot). Thats what he did. What he did not do, was give up on me....

The Family That Should Not Be

I would like to introduce: The family that should not be...

This is my beautiful family, my wife and four kids. Seems normal enough, but there is an underlying story that makes it an amazing thing. I was bipolar and crazy. At least I felt and acted crazy. The thick of it was at age fourteen. I was medicated heavily with Lithium. My father wanted to avoid harsher medications, and believed that a doctor somewhere would have an answer for us.

My moods would cycle from the highest highs to the depths of despair, many times throughout the day. I was disfunctional. Feeling elated with the distorted reality that I could do anything, during a high. Anything short of death during the depressed state. I was extremely violent at times. I tried to hurt many people, individuals in the community and my family too. I was a danger to myself. To think clearly was but a dream. I thought it was normal to go outside at night and pick fights with strangers. My family was very frightened of me and what I was capable of doing. All of this, made it very hard to live in a small town environment.The prospect of having a normal life was out of the question.

Over time my father had taken me to many doctors and none of them offered any hope whatsoever. At one point we even went to a specialist in Calgary. After the initial meeting, she asked me to step out into the hall and wait there. She told my father to expect me to be heavily medicated/institutionalized, and that I would likely suicide as a result of the bipolar. There was no hope for someone like myself in the medical system. This would not do....

I'm still here...

Welcome to my blog about life AFTER bipolar! This will be a lot of fun...