Woke up this morning afraid I was gonna live.

In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.

I wasn't just the madwoman in the attic--I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.

The desire to be seen as superior and singular- and, conversely, but similarly, inferior and individual, is a big topic...They have a term for the syndrome- it is called terminal uniqueness...we all refuse to be part of the crowd, to walk in the middle of the road in the safety of others. We all think were special. But the problem is, as I point out to Dr. Singer all the time, I actually am special.

My God, I could raise a family of six children and hold down a full-time job with all the energy I expend on depression!

There is a classic moment in ‘The Sun Also Rises’ when someone asks Mike Campbell how he went bankrupt, and all he can say in response is, “Gradually and then suddenly.” When someone asks how I lost my mind, that’s all I can say too.

So many more cycles of elation of the first kiss, and devastation when it's over.