“I still have to be careful. I always feel as though everyone wants a little piece of me. There’s just so much I can give and then I’ll get really really tense. I think, perhaps wrongly, that people will think less of me if I am completely open about my experiences. I still remember being avoided. Life is always on the edge of falling down again. I’ve learned to hide it, to make it so no one can tell when I’m on three drugs and about to collapse. I don’t think I ever feel really happy. One can only expect that life not be miserable.
