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I get absolutely shitfaced. I am shitfaced and hyper and ten years old. I am having the time of my life.
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bipolar-disorder
memoir
mental-illness
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Marya Hornbacher |
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Her parents, she said, has put a pinball machine inside her head when she was five years old. The red balls told her when she should laugh, the blue ones when she should be silent and keep away from other people; the green balls told her that she should start multiplying by three. Every few days a silver ball would make its way through the pins of the machine. At this point her head turned and she stared at me; I assumed she was checking to see if I was still listening. I was, of course. How could one not? The whole thing was bizarre but riveting. I asked her, What does the silver ball mean? She looked at me intently, and then everything went dead in her eyes. She stared off into space, caught up in some internal world. I never found out what the silver ball meant.
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bipolar-disorder
depression
mania
manic
manic-depression
mental-disorder
mental-illness
psychology
psychopathology
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Kay Redfield Jamison |
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9d1e581
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Like Sylvia Plath, Natalie Jeanne Champagne invites you so close to the pain and agony of her life of mental illness and addiction, which leaves you gasping from shock and laughing moments later: this is both the beauty and unique nature of her storytelling. With brilliance and courage, the author's brave and candid chronicle travels where no other memoir about mental illness and addiction has gone before. The Third Sunrise is an incredible triumph and Natalie Jeanne Champagne is without a doubt the most important new voice in this genre.
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bipolar-disorder
blog
blogger
depression
insomnia
interview
memoir
mental-health
recovery
writing
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Andy Behrman |
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929a65d
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St. Andrews provided a gentle forgetfulness over the preceding painful years of my life. It remains a haunting and lovely time to me, a marrow experience. For one who during her undergraduate years was trying to escape an inexplicable weariness and despair, St. Andrews was an amulet against all manner of longing and loss, a year of gravely held but joyous remembrances.
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bipolar-disorder
kay-redfield-jamison
mood-disorders
st-andrews-university
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Kay Redfield Jamison |
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086306f
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That such a final, tragic, and awful thing is suicide can exist in the midst of remarkable beauty is one of the vastly contradictory and paradoxical aspects of life and art.
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bipolar-disorder
manic-depression
suicidality
suicide
sylvia-plath
tormented-mind
tortured-artist
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Kay Redfield Jamison |
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54414be
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We're like little kids. We are little kids, but don't tell us that--we're having a fantastic time. We have our little house, and live our little life. We are the perfect young husband and wife. We have nonstop dinner parties--the glorious food, the fabulous friends, the gallons of wine. I sometimes feel as if I've raced off a cliff and am spinning my legs in midair, like Wile E. Coyote. But I'm fine. It's fine. It's all going to be fine. Crazy people don't have dinner parties, do they? No.
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bipolar-disorder
madness
mania
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Marya Hornbacher |