Love, like life, is much stranger and far more complicated than one is brought up to believe.

I decided early in graduate school that I needed to do something about my moods. It quickly came down to a choice between seeing a psychiatrist or buying a horse. Since almost everyone I knew was seeing a psychiatrist, and since I had an absolute belief that I should be able to handle my own problems, I naturally bought a horse.

An ardent temperament makes one very vulnerable to dreamkillers.

Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting

I think people don't understand how intimately tied suicide is to mental illness, particularly to depressive illness and bipolar illness.

It is true that I had wanted to die , but that is peculiarly different from regretting having been born. Overwhelmingly, I was enormously glad to have been born, grateful for life, and I couldn’t imagine not wanting to pass on life to someone else.

In some cases, some people do get depressed in the middle of their grief and they really need to be treated for depression.