“Do we have family history of mental illness? I mean, besides Grandma’s PTSD. And whatever Dad’s deal is.” “Probably,” said Lorna. “Who doesn’t? I think I have the bipolar.” “You’re not bipolar, Mom.” “Yesterday I cooked four batches of snickerdoodles. Today I don’t feel like cooking a thing.” “Mom, bipolar is a real thing. It’s not just being motivated one day and not the next.” “You don’t know me.”
