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. |
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. |
Reality is hard. It is no walk in the park, this thing called Life. |
I can't tell you what I had for breakfast, but I can sing every single word of rock and roll. |
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. |
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. |
I'm going to be 58, and I'm a woman. In this business, that seems to be a bigger crime than being mentally ill. |
If I have any message for others, it is to go for help early and not to be a resistant patient. |
The Eleanor Roosevelt Award that I received for women's rights activities is one I treasure. |
I kind of like the position of being the fair-haired savior of my mother. |
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 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. |
I have two books that were published quite some time ago. I start to read about three sentences. I have to close it. I am so self-conscious. Who did I think I was? |
I can't even remember how many times I tried to kill myself. |