Medicated Brainiac Idea: The "mark"

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As a writer, I would like to establish and own a publishing company. I have so many great ideas floating in this head of mine, even while on medication. Although this is the first article in which I shall write ideas about which I never accomplish, they are like dreams of mine that I hope that someday I can make come true.

If I owned a publishing company I would gear it towards two things relating to the "mark" of the business. First in applying copyright protection within the "mark" of the business. Second, relate believing in Jesus Christ as the symbol of using the "mark" of the business.

I already have the full idea and name but because of my inability to let go fully to this idea and put it in the blog, I reserve that name to a future business adventure. I am never sure if I will ever make any of these dreams come true, but alas it is great to be able to tell a little story about the idea, become like a "think tank" and hopefully someone will recognize my talents and hire me as an advocate or consultant.

I wish someday I could come off these pills and generate a whole swarm of ideas again, and write them down here. So many ideas could be generated for people to look up my blog for the next great idea I come up with but I could and very well become manic again. Staying up late, writing forever, never stopping. I just would like to be off my meds, try it and see if my entire creative brain can be used again to make great ideas come to life again. I feel that since being on medication for the past 4 years, that I have really squelched my creative thinking. I am not alone, as most people with bipolar are smart, intelligent and have a profound creative side to them that just wants to be expressed.

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...seconds later, I dream of being of my bipolar meds and hope for a wind of possibilities to thrash through my mind, greeting me with respect, creativity, and a whole assortment of better ideas. Better ideas for the common man and for the world as a whole. Being on my medicine, I know now that I really have condemned my mind to a life of constant struggle, trying to squeeze out that little piece of "newness" that wants to explode into a greater realized idea. Sometimes I just wish I could have both, or even be off my medication altogether.