Since I was a young girl, I have had many thoughts that I would live a shortened life
I do not know why I had those thoughts.
I just did.
I am 53 years old now so that is not that short of a life and I plan on continuing to live for many many more years.
However, I believe that I did die much earlier when the severity of my Bipolar Disorder increased.
At that time, my life, brain and identity of myself as I once knew it
died and vanished somewhere into thin air.
Poof… I was gone
I no longer existed
I died when I was about about 30 years old.
The old me died forever, never to be seen or the same again
That Sue was gone, died, dead and buried somewhere
no Obituary written, funeral or tombstone ever to be found.
There are some bits and fragmented pieces of the old Sue
that still exist within me now
and stay with me as I have written and coninue writing a brand new story full of words, pages and chapters of a beautiful brand new life
This new novel is full of many different kinds of chapters
some chapters are full of near death experiences, struggles, sadness and many tears
with many more chapters now gradually progressing to a new life of hope, God, rebirth, love, perseverance and inspiration
I cannot wait to continue writing and reading the many new chapters of my life of hope, healing, inspiration, joy, happiness and love
This is my great new novel of life