"I felt that something had broken within me on which my life had always rested, that I had nothing left to hold on to . . . . an invincible force impelled me to get rid of my existence, in one way or another. It was a force like my old aspiration to live, only it impelled me in the opposite direction."
I'm a military historian at Ohio State University. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in 1986.
You may contact me at christopher dot grimsley AT gmail dot com
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I am really enjoying reading a bit in your blog, which was recommended to me by Barb (who's blog I am also reading).
ReplyDeleteHere's something that used to have particular resonance for me before I knew what manic depression was:
I hear a voice you cannot hear.
Which says, I must not stay;
I see a hand you cannot see.
Which beckons me away.
(from a translation of "The Illiad")