I have two books that were published quite some time ago. I start to read about three sentences. I have to close it. I am so self-conscious. Who did I think I was?
I tell people to monitor their self-pity. Self-pity is very unattractive.
I knew from a very young age that there was something very wrong with me
My recovery from manic depression has been an evolution, not a sudden miracle.
Reality is hard. It is no walk in the park, this thing called life.
I kind of like the position of being the fair-haired savior of my mother