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288 pages, Paperback
First published February 7, 2017
“I wasn’t really sick, at least not in the way where you eventually get better or die”
“Is that the kind of person you are?”
“Hell if I know. Depends on the day. On the hour. I can be all kinds of different people”
”You are doing very well, way above average for someone with your symptoms. That’s a lot of the battle right there”
“I don’t feel like I’m winning anything”
“Battles are never won. Only survived”
“Dr Jordan told me everyone with bipolar disorder is different – endless variations of moods, emotions, intensity, frequency, reactions, episodes, delusions, breakdowns – but even so, according to him, I’m unusual.”
"I think it's fair to say," Dr. Dharni says, "that only people open to dying would be so careless with something so dangerous."
We’ve had this conversation countless times, when Mom’s not around to stop her. Except I know the drugs are a scapegoat. Like how Dad thinks I’m unambitious and unmotivated and blames it on being surrounded by underachievers. Aunt Joan thinks I’m antisocial because of the meds. They’re both wrong. I’m naturally an antisocial underachiever.But perhaps this was part of the message of this book; just because they need time away from people in order to recharge, people with anxiety and other mental health disorders don’t always struggle in a way that is outwardly visible.