Share experience with multiple severe bouts with Manic Depressive Psychosis in detail over a three year span, what its like on the road to healing, the costs it demanded of me, and what clarity I hold now that surpasses my entire previous life before the illness touched me. Its information contained in a book I intend to write and publish once more important issues are set into motion and no longer require active attention. Philosuedes in the greek means the love of lies. I hope it brings out of witnesses to its words self reflection and realizations about the fragility of our beliefs, world views, questioning if things taken for truths really are at all. Its not purposed to transport anyone into a harmful state of mind, bit instead to make the observer think deeply. Looking inwards to see what might be hidden. And ultimately with new understanding, though I admit might be painful, growth can take place. Realizing we all live in our particular levels of seperation from reality. Examples are how much people trust what they remember. Memories can easily be adulterated by suggestion, peer band wagon, and just the inaccurate way it can be stored without interference. Yet we many times argue with someone neither aware of lies and inaccuracies they each claim with full conviction. Things that happen around us and the influence of persuasive arguements, cultural practices, religions, and myths so prevelant and riddled with imperfections. If you want to hear a story like mo other, send my a proposal.