I am reminded of the importance of small kindnesses.

The ancient dialogue between reason and the senses is almost always more interestingly and passionately resolved in favor of the senses.

Mood disorders are terribly painful illnesses, and they are isolating illnesses. And they make people feel terrible about themselves when, in fact, they can be treated.

One of things so bad about depression and bipolar disorder is that if you don't have prior awareness, you don't have any idea what hit you.

the intensity, glory, and absolute assuredness if my mind's flight made it very difficult for me to believe once i was better, that the illness was one i should willingly give up....moods are such an essential part of the substance of life, of one's notion of oneself, that even psychotic extremes in mood and behavior somehow can be seen as temporary, even understandable reactions to what life has dealt....even though the depressions that inevitably followed nearly cost me my life.

Somehow, like so many people who get depressed, we felt our depressions were more complicated and existentially based than they actually were.

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