Kay Redfield Jamison Quote

I read it as if it had been written by someone else, although it was my own experience being recounted.The endless questioning finally ended. My psychiatrist looked at me, there was no uncertainty in his voice. Maniac-depressive illness. I admired his bluntness. I wished him locusts in his land and a pox upon his house. Silent, unbelievable rage. I smiled pleasantly. He smiled back. The war had just begun,