The truth is, I was terrified and wouldn’t have trusted or accepted love if it came and sat in my lap—especially if it came and sat in my lap. I didn’t have the faintest idea who I was. Publishing a book, getting into medical school, and getting to be a pretty good doctor saved my life and kept me barely alive, but by the time I went crazy for the fourth and, I hope, last time, my soul was on life support.
