I really love the internet. They say chat-rooms are the trailer park of the internet but I find it amazing.

I did masses of opiates religiously.

I don't want to be caught ... ashamed of anything. And because generally someone who has bipolar doesn't have just bipolar, they have bipolar, and they have a life and a job and a kid and a hat and parents, so its not your overriding identity, it's just something that you have, but not the only thing - even if it's quite a big thing.

I think that now most people know someone in their family that is coping with something, but there is still a tremendous amount of shame - that one is still regarded as a defective unit ... if only they would pull up their bootstraps - they are only indulging their emotions, everybody's moody, blah, blah, blah.

My heart's in the right place. I know, 'cuz I hid it there.

My mother had an amazing life, and she's someone to admire.

I don't like my face. I don't like to look at it.