Porcelain Boy

I suffer from bipolar disorder. This collection is a description of my life in the psychiatric system. It is a description of sorrow and of the darkest corners in a mental hospital. A description of failure, but also of small victories appearing from the cold earth, where they are least expected. I have painted pictures of a world viewed through glasses of a manic depressive. They are mood pictures from my life describing how my illness has shaped me to the person I am today. I have a good life today and I have learned to live with my illness. I just have to take care of myself. Sometimes more than I think necessary.

In Denmark it is easier to relate to a broken spine than to a broken mind. It is easier to call in sick with pain in the back than with pain in the soul. It is easier to explain that you are taking pills for blood pressure than for anxiety. There is, in other words, a lot of taboo relating to mental illness, and as long as this taboo is present, the author of this book chooses to be anonymous.