#manicdepression

Last night was not a good night. As has been something of the norm lately, I started the day feeling fine and level. I got depressed as evening settled. I sort of expected that. I wasn't expecting psychosis. Just when you think you've got a handle on the whole manic-depression thing, your own bra...

My cousin Robert has finally killed himself.  It's hard to know how to feel about it. I know it sounds odd to say finally, but his first attempt was a swan dive off the Golden Gate Bridge ten years ago. He broke nearly every bone in his body and after he was released from his…