"Running from Reality: A Bipolar Dad’s Wild Detour"
The Bipolar Dad Who Took Off to Colombia During a Manic Episode I’ve always been the type to embrace adventure, but when bipolar mania takes the wheel, adventure takes on a whole new meaning. One moment, I was sitting at home, scrolling through pictures of tropical destinations, and the next, I was booking a one-way ticket to Colombia. Rational thinking? Gone. Responsible parent mode? Disengaged. All I knew was that I needed to go, to escape, to feel alive in a way that only mania can make you believe is necessary. The Parties, Raves, and Friendships Before the Jungle Before I ended up in the jungle, I spent a couple of wild nights in the city of Bogota, caught up in the electric energy of Colombia’s nightlife. The music pounded through my chest, the neon lights blurred together, and every stranger felt like a lifelong friend. I moved from one party to the next, joining groups of wanderers who were just as lost—or just as free—as I was. Raves in abandoned warehouses, dancing on r...