Tumultuouness,if Coupled To Discipline And Cool Mind,is

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.

I Realized That It Was Not That I Didn’t Want To Go On Without Him. I Did. It Was Just That I Didn’t Know Why I Wanted To Go On

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

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.

There Is A Particular Kind Of Pain, Elation, Loneliness And Terror Involved In This Kind Of Madness... It Will Never End, For Madness Carves Its Own Reality.