As you get older, the pickings get slimmer, but the people don’t.
The world of manic depression is a world of bad judgment calls.
From here on out, there’s just reality. I think that’s what maturity is: a stoic response to endless reality. But then, what do I know?
I quote fictional characters, because I’m a fictional character myself!
For Star Wars, they had me tape down my breasts because there are no breasts in space. I have some. I have two.
My extroversion is a way of managing my introversion.
The older you get, the easier it is to spot the phonies. And I just think, how unpleasant for them.
Your innermost urges will tell you what strategy to employ to accomplish your special purpose while doing the work you enjoy.
Everything is negotiable. Whether or not the negotiation is easy is another thing.
Bipolar disorder can be a great teacher. It’s a challenge, but it can set you up to be able to do almost anything else in your life.
Instant gratification takes too long.
Good anecdote – bad reality.
No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.
I’m fine, but I’m bipolar. I’m on seven medications, and I take medication three times a day. This constantly puts me in touch with the illness I have. I’m never quite allowed to be free of that for a day. It’s like being a diabetic.
Mania starts off fun, not sleeping for days, keeping company with your brain, which has become a wonderful computer, showing 24 TV channels all about you. That goes horribly wrong after awhile.
Sometimes you can only find Heaven by slowly backing away from Hell.
I have a chemical imbalance that, in its most extreme state, will lead me to a mental hospital.
I went to a doctor and told him I felt normal on acid, that I was a light bulb in a world of moths. That is what the manic state is like.
Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be.
I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that. I survived that, I’m still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you.