Now that I am somewhat better, I can tell you the truth: When I was at my sickest, my life was utterly compromised, and my very sense of self was gone. When I was less sick—and there were periods of relief in my illness—I could step back from the experience and take pleasure in the vividness of the blue sky from my bedroom window. But I will not repeat falsehoods; I will not say the wisdom and growth mean I wouldn’t have it any other way. I would have it the other way.
