Humor and absorption on friends’faces are replaced by fear and concern.
As a child I had been quiet and invisible when troubled; as an adult, I had hidden my mental illness behind an elaborate construction of laughter and work and dissembling.
لقد تعلمت كيف يمكن أن يُشفى العقل بأعجوبة بواسطة نصف فُرصة، و كيف أن الصبر و النبل يمكنهما أن يعيدا تركيب قطع روح مبعثرة بصورة رهيبة.
An intense temperament has convinced me to teach not only from books but from what I have learned from experience. So I try to impress upon young doctors and graduate students that tumultuousness, if...
لقد كُنتُ مليئة بألفِ نوبةِ ابتهاج أو يأس كالح .
لقد تسبب لي الألم و الخوف من المجهول اللذان تراكما عليّ إثر وفاة ديفيد بالإضافة إلي مرضي في تواضع و تضييق آمالي في الحياة لسنوات عديدة. انسحبت إلي نفسي , و أغلقت, بتصميم, قلبي عن أي احتكاك غير ضروري م...
I am tired of hiding, tired of misspent and knotted energies, tired of the hypocrisy, and tired of acting as though I have something to hide.
رغم حاجتي الشديدة لاستقلاليتي ، كنت أعلم أنني سأنجذب نحو عالم من التقاليد كذلك .
الزمن ساعدني على النسيان، و لكنه بمرارةٍ رهيبة أخذ وقته من أجل ذلك .
Violence, especially if you are a woman, is not something spoken about with ease.
There was a fine-tuning of Richard's and my temperaments during the years we lived with his heart disease, lymphoma, and lung cancer. Before, our differences had triggered sporadic tension; now our ba...
Somehow, like so many people who get depressed, we felt our depressions were more complicated and existentially based than they actually were. Antidepressants might be indicated for psychiatric patien...
Looking at suicide—the sheer numbers, the pain leading up to it, and the suffering left behind—is harrowing. For every moment of exuberance in the science, or in the success of governments, there is a...
No pill can help me deal with the problem of not wanting to take pills; likewise, no amount of psychotherapy alone can prevent my manias and depressions. I need both.
لقد كانت حياة غريبة الأطوار: مدهشة , ورهيبة, و بغيضة, و عسيرة بما يفوق الوصف, و سهلة بصورة عظيمة و غير متوقعة, و معقدة, و تسلية عظيمة, وكابوسا بلا مخرج!
لقد كانت الأشياء الغبية، و المتفائلة بيأس، و المتواضعة التي لم يقلها، هي التي جعلتني على قيد الحياة.
And increased energy)
We put our faith in things great and small. We assign to them meaning they may actually have, or meaning that we need for them to have in order to carry on.
We have given sorrow many words, but a passion for life few.
Which of my feelings are real? Which of the me's is me? The wild, impulsive, chaotic, energetic, and crazy one? Or the shy, withdrawn, desperate, suicidal, doomed, and tired one? Probably a bit of bot...