It's toughest to forgive ourselves. So it's probably best to start with other people. It's almost like peeling an onion. Layer by layer, forgiving others, you really do get to the point where you can forgive yourself.

The panic attacks - I still have them. They started when I was around 8. They always have to do with my death

Sometimes it is the simplest, seemingly most inane, most practical stuff that matters the most to someone.

I have a picture of myself in my mind as I walk around every day, until I look in the mirror-and then I'm stunned

I kind of like the position of being the fair-haired savior of my mother

The mania started with insomnia and not eating and being driven, driven to find an apartment, driven to see everybody, driven to do New York, driven to never shut up.

I still have highs and lows, just like any other person. What's missing is the lack of control over the super highs, which became destructive, and the super lows, which are immediately destructive.