My Stint in Rehab Inspired Me to Speak Up for Mental Health

It was in rehab in 2012 that I decided to carry the flag for the mentally ill. I’d received my diagnosis of bipolar four years earlier and ended up in treatment because I was drinking two six-packs of beer or two bottles of wine — or more — every night. I was also smoking crack with homeless people a couple times a week and, for good measure, snorting heroin on occasion.My sister, Colleen, could always smell alcohol on my breath even though I was never a day-drinker. Because after a night of...