It is difficult to write about any form of mental disease, especially your own, without sounding as if you were examining a bug under glass.

I approached everything, my job, my family, my romances, with intensity.

I followed the same diet for 20 years, eliminating starches, living on salads, lean meat, and small portions.

I was fine when it came to cheering up others, not so fine with myself.

I am not the kind of woman who excuses her mistakes while reminding us of what used to be.

I had been introduced to psychotherapy, in which the doctors let you talk, talk, talk, until you find the source of your problem or find another doctor.

The things we ignore often come back to us in our sleep.