#imnotashamed #itaffectsme #hetraaktmijook
November 2011, at the age of 37, I felt on top of the world. In my case that means I was glued to my laptop and couldn’t stop writing. My pieces were brilliant and I had solved all major world problems.
My girlfriend, some friends and family were getting pretty worried, but I just carried on being brilliant. Although my dad was bipolar – I had visited him in different wards during my childhood – I had never connected this to myself. I’m not that kind of person, not me. I appeared to be wrong. “Taming my madman” verder lezen