No matter what your laundry list of requirements in choosing a mate, there has to be an element of good luck and good fortune and good timing.
It's toughest to forgive ourselves. So it's probably best to start with other people. It's almost like peeling an onion. Layer by layer, forgiving others, you really do get to the point where you can forgive yourself.
I still have highs and lows, just like any other person. What's missing is the lack of control over the super highs, which became destructive, and the super lows, which are immediately destructive.
I think my real depressions started when I was about 16 and doing The Patty Duke Show. I would go to bed at about 10 o'clock on a Friday night and not get up again until 6:30 Monday morning.
I tell people to monitor their self-pity. Self-pity is very unattractive.
I can't tell you what I had for breakfast, but I can sing every single word of rock and roll.
I never did quite fit the glamour mode. It is life with my husband and family that is my high now.
I have a picture of myself in my mind as I walk around every day, until I look in the mirror-and then I'm stunned.
Reality is hard. It is no walk in the park, this thing called Life.
I joke around a lot about the manic times because they're funny. We manics do outrageous things and it is part of our colorful nature.
I believe that all the important people in my life prior to 1982 were victimized by my illness.
My recovery from manic depression has been an evolution, not a sudden miracle.
The mania started with insomnia and not eating and being driven, driven to find an apartment, driven to see everybody, driven to do New York, driven to never shut up.
When I'm 80 and sitting in a rocking chair listening to the Rolling Stones, there is absolutely no way I'm going to feel old or forget my younger days.
For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.
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