Nothing Good Comes Out Of Depression.

Anyone Who Suggests That Coming Back From Suicidal Despair Is A Straightforward Journey Has Never Taken It.

I Was Bitterly Resentful, But Somehow Greatly Relieved. And I Respected Him Enormously For His Clarity Of Thought, His Obvious Caring, And His Unwillingness To Equivocate In Delivering Bad News.

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.

I Compare Myself With My Former Self, Not With Others. Not Only That, I Tend To Compare My Current Self With The Best I Have Been, Which Is When I Have Been Midly Manic. When I Am My Present "normal" Self, I Am Far Removed From When I Have Been My Liveliest, Most Productive, Most Intense, Most Outgoing And Effervescent. In Sort, For Myself, I Am A Hard Act To Follow.

I Think That One Of The Many Advantages Of Death Accruing Over A Long Period Of Time Is That You Do Have Time To Meet A Lot Of Other People Who Are Going Through Similar Situations And One Of The Great Delights Of Our Life Actually Was Sitting Around In Labs Waiting For The Results Of Tests And Talking To Other People Who Were Waiting To Find Out Whether Their Cancer Numbers Were Going In The Right Direction Or Not.