This constant unpredictability made me hypervigilant about the moods around me and gave me what I call a faulty emotional thermostat as I, too, began to swing between extremes. There are photos of me taken when I was little where I’d be scowling in one frame and doing a Rita Hayworth pose seconds later. To this day I can jump right from happiness to drama, or from gleeful poses to Lady Macbeth, in a blink.
