The children were the only brake that stopped me from killing myself.

All of us get depressed, and to some extent we all entertain peculiar thoughts, fears, and fantasies. It is when they get out of proportion, become distorted and highly magnified, and push aside the rational conscious mind that one is mentally ill.

If I were sick-for instance, if I had cancer-I would still be myself. How are we going to find the self that was me?

In an effort to understand my illness, I have come to know more about myself than I might have otherwise.