Masks of Mental Health

I had been mildly manic many times before, but these had never been frightening experiences – ecstatic at best, confusing at worst. I had learned to accommodate quite well to them. I had developed mechanisms of self-control, to keep down the peals of singularly inappropriate laughter, and set rigid limits on my irritability. I avoided situations that might otherwise trip or or jangle my hypersensitive wiring, and I learned to pretend I was paying attention or following a logical point when my mind was off chasing rabbits in a thousand directions. My work and professional life flowed. But, nowhere did this, or my upbringing, or my intellect, or my character, prepare me for insanity.

  • Pg. 82, An Unquiet Mind, ISBN – 978-0-679-76330-7, Kay Redfield Jamison
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