I always prefer to start a story from the end. That’s what I did when I first wrote my story of my lifelong struggle with Bipolar Disorder about a decade ago. But then the end was a happy one-victory over Bipolar Disorder.
But this time the end is bitter. And if it’s bitter, it can’t be the real end of any story I write. So I take it as a mid-journey accident.
A halt.
Alright, let’s start. After victory over my Bipolar Disorder in 2016, I started a new life. Made a new Life Roadmap and started a new journey full of happiness and accomplishments. My last report was in 2017 and I was treading my new life roadmap with triumph. But I haven’t written anything since then. How has the journey been since 2018? What station have I reached in 2026?
Alright, as tradition goes, let me start with the end of this chapter. In May 2026, I’m a homeless and penniless man living a solitary life in a foreign country named Vietnam. Yes, Comrade Ho Chi Minh’s country.
Shocking? Yes, definitely. Devastated? Ah, not at all. Sitting up to pen down this chapter itself is a sign of my resilience.
When you start a long journey, accidents do occur sometimes on the way. The journey doesn’t stop. One simply needs to analyse the reasons of the accident, make the necessary adjustments in the compass to avoid such accidents, repair the engines, and restart the journey. The journey of determined souls ends only when they reach the destination. And I’m not only a determined soul -I have nerves of steel, too, to propel my determination.
So, how did this accident happen? Have the engines been repaired? When is the journey resuming?
To answer all this, let’s start from where I stopped. 2017.
