We All Move Uneasily Within Our Restraints.

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.

I Have Had Manic-depressive Illness, Also Known As Bipolar Disorder, Since I Was 18 Years Old. It Is An Illness That Ensures That Those Who Have It Will Experience A Frightening, Chaotic And Emotional Ride. It Is Not A Gentle Or Easy Disease.

Love Has, At Its Best, Made The Inherent Sadness Of Life Bearable, And Its Beauty Manifest.

Children Need The Freedom And Time To Play. Play Is Not A Luxury; The Time Spent Engaged In It Is Not Time That Could Be Better Spent In More Formal Educational Pursuits. Play Is A Necessity.

It Is Tempting When Looking At The Life Of Anyone Who Has Committed Suicide To Read Into The Decision To Die A Vastly Complex Web Of Reasons; And, Of Course, Such Complexity Is Warranted. No One Illness Or Event Causes Suicide; And Certainly No One Knows All, Or Perhaps Even Most, Of The Motivations Behind The Killing Of The Self. But Psychopathology Is Almost Always There, And Its Deadliness Is Fierce. Love, Success, And Friendship Are Not Always Enough To Counter The Pain And Destructiveness Of Severe Mental Illness