Depression
HISTORICAL PERSEPCTIVE AND RESOURCES
Tests, disasters and crises will continue in the decades ahead as the tempest afflicting society continues seemingly unabated. This tempest, it could be argued, began with brutal force, in 1914. Mental health issues became more central to society as a result of the Great War(1914-1918), and they have continued to be central in the last century: 1914 to 2014. There are now available, though, a burgeoning range of resources in today’s print and electronic media to help people understand this complex field of mental health. My life-narrative, which I hope will be of help with respect to bi-polar disorder(BPD), depression(D), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder(PTSD) and several affective disorders, is but one small resource for readers. I have posted sections of my account at internet sites which contain a dialogue between people interested in particular mental health issues about which I have had some experience.
There are many internet sites today, some organized for and by mental health experts and others for the general public and especially for sufferers of mental-illness. These sites provide information as well as opportunities to discuss issues and obtain help for what has become a very large range of specific disorders. If one googles the following words: mental health, depression, bipolar disorder, affective disorders, OCD, PTSD, anger management, indeed, any one of dozens of other disorders in this field, one discovers a host of sites of interest and of relevance to one’s special mental health concerns.
THE NUMBERS WHO SUFFER
According to one source, one-third of all people in western cultures will suffer from a disorder or emotional problem during their lifetime and they would benefit from therapy. In the last half century, 1961 to 2011, there has been a revolution in treatment programs and regimes which have found better and permanent cures for many, but certainly not most, of the mentally afflicted. There are millions suffering from mental illness who are untreated. The field of mental health is very complex. In this world mental illness is truly a heavy burden to bear. I leave it to readers to do more googling for there is much to read for those who are interested in this subject.
MY WORK IN CYBERSPACE
I have joined over 100 mental health sites and participate, as circumstances permit and interest allows, in the discussions on mental health, bipolar disorder, depression and personality disorders among other topics in the field of psychiatry. What I have posted below is, as I say, also posted in whole or in part at many of these sites. I have posted the account of my experience because: (a) it is part of my effort to de-stigmatize the field of mental illness and (b) I know that what I post is helpful to many others.
My own somewhat lengthy account, which can be accessed by clicking on the link below, will hopefully provide mental health sufferers, clients or consumers, as they are variously called these days, with: (i) a more adequate information base to make some comparisons and contrasts with their own situation, their own predicament, whatever it may be, (ii) some helpful general knowledge and understanding, (iii) some useful techniques in assisting them to cope with and sort out problems associated with their particular form of mental health problem or some other traumatized disorder that affects their body, their spirit, their soul and their everyday life and (iv) some detailed instructions on how to manage their lives more successfully despite the negative consequences of their BPD or whatever trauma or illness affects their lives.
For many readers the following narrative will be simply too clinical and too long, or not relevant to their reading tastes and interests. In that case just file this document for future use, skim and scan it as suits your taste, go to the sections relevant to your interest or simply don't read it it. Apologies for the absence of an extensive body of footnotes which I have been unable to transfer to this document where it is located at Baha'i Library Online, among other sites, where I have placed my story on the internet.
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1 See the list of neurotic, personality and other nonpsychotic mental disorders on the internet; see also psychotic or affective mental health disorders. The internet has excellent overviews of all these mental health disabilities. There are many links to draw on of which the following is but one: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_mental_disorders_as_defined_by_the_DSM_and_ICD
2 I have had difficulties placing footnotes into this document and so readers will not find the full list of annotations that I originally placed in this 175 page account. I hope to remedy this problem in a future edition. My email address is: ronprice9@gmail.com. Any reader who would like to write to me personally in relation to any personal issues raised here feel free to do so.
BE WARNED
The corporate giants popularly known as Big Pharma spend annually, worldwide, some $25 billion on marketing, and they employ more Washington lobbyists than there are legislators. Their power, in relation to all of the forces that might oppose their will, is so disproportionately huge that they can dictate how they are to be (lightly) regulated, shape much of the medical research agenda, spin the findings in their favor, conceal incriminating data, co-opt their potential critics, and insidiously colonize both our doctors’ minds and our own. For more on this subject go to:http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2007/dec/06/talking-back-to-prozac/
A POETIC CONTEXT
The following prose-poems are not directly about depression but they provide a type of mise en scene, a context, a part of my life-narrative in which it has taken place in my journey through life.
VORTICES
John Press(1920-2007) was an author and critic who served literature in a number of different spheres. He was a poet and anthologist of poetry, and wrote four of the British Council’s useful and well-regarded Writers and Their Work series and a number of other works of literary criticism. He wrote that “The origin of most poems worthy of the name will be either in an image or in a rhythm rather than in a concept, a thought, or a feeling.” It would seem that the origin of a poem for John Keats(1795-1821), the English Romantic poet, was in quite different an experience, quite different to the emphasis given by John Press.
“Keats’ writing,” says Robert Gittings, English writer, biographer, BBC Radio producer, playwright and minor poet, “is an almost instant transmutation of impressions, thoughts, reading and ideas into poetry….the poems are far from being a poetic diary of his life. They enrich the original impulse with a complete thought of their own. He regarded most of his day-to-day reading as ‘study’ for poetry. Some of his poetry was a record of his own poetic nature….writing frankly about himself and about his poetry.” By the early years of the new millennium most of my reading was, in fact, study for poetry and, like Keats, it was a record of my poetic nature, a narrative about myself, my poetry and my religion. –Ron Price with thanks to John Press, The Fire and the Fountain, Barnes and Noble Inc., Boston, p.166 and Robert Gittings, Selected Poems and Letters of John Keats, Heinemann Books Ltd. London, 1981(1966), pp.8-11.
I think I’m about fifty-fifty; I’m taking
some very ordinary feelings and putting
them into poems; taking sinewy reason
and obscure states of being concealed
on the inside & putting them into poems;
taking what are often flat, banal utterances
in calm, neutral tones; what are sometimes
sense experiences of remarkable acuteness
and writing about them with a poignancy:
sex, the sensory, sensation and satisfaction.
I’m taking intellectual and emotional
complexes, vortices & clusters of ideas
endowing them with energy, with words.
Ron Price
28 August 1999 to 30 June 2011
A DATA BASE
Beginning in 1937 in the U.K. a project known as Mass Observation has continued to provide a data base, an archive, information about the opinions and experiences of the average Briton. Hundreds of people, mostly women, kept diaries of their observations on subjects initially required by the government for the war effort. The project was discontinued in the early 1950s and started again in 1981 at the University of Sussex. There now exists at this university an archive of hundreds, indeed thousands, of pages of detailed observations by alert, intelligent people telling some of the story of the daily experiences of ordinary people in Britain in the twentieth century. Given that these diaries were for the period beginning in 1937, when humanity was about to enter another stage in the tempest of modern times, a tempest that has continued in many different ways into this new millennium, the experience of depression has figured prominently in the day-to-day lives of millions. -Ron Price with thanks to LNL Radio, 10:40-11:00 pm, 21 September 2000.
Beginning in 1937 in the Baha’i community a project known as the Seven Year Plan, based on the initial outline of that Plan in a book of letters or tablets known as the Tablets of the Divine Plan, and after a hiatus of some two decades, was systematically implemented. This project has continued under many specific Plans: two year, four year, five year, seven year, inter alia. Hundreds of people, indeed many thousands now, moved to different parts of the world to establish, to extend and consolidate Baha'i communities, as well as to provide service in some form to both Baha’i communities and to other groups with common interests. Many hundreds of these people kept diaries and collections of letters, wrote autobiographies and poetry to convey the stories, the experiences of their lives. An archive now exists, spread out over hundreds of thousands of places around the globe, which will one day provide a useful base,a resource, for future historians wanting to write a history of the first five epochs of the Formative Age(`1921 to 2021). Depression and struggle, victory and loss, will all figure prominently in these diaries. They are diaries, though, which have only begun to be published in the first century(1916-2016) of the formal and informal implementation of this Plan since the first words of it were written in March 1916. -Ron Price, Pioneering Over Five Epochs,3 May 2011.
AN ARCHITECT OF A MANSION
Many writers and poets are only too aware of the potentially disruptive powers and propensities of the mind. These powers and propensities of the mind need, indeed they demand, to be disciplined. Much of my poetic style and content, I select for a range of options, for this very reason---the need to discipline and control the mind--among other reasons. All human beings have to work out some modus operandi , some modus vivendi as well as, and perhaps more importantly, some raison d'etre for the field of the mind, to say nothing of the emotions.
My evolving literary manner and style, my letters and my actions do not reflect, for the most part, the inner activity and turbulence of my mind. My writing creates an orderly surface, disguising that inner turbulence, that inner generation and degeneration. Writing for me is a place of self-assertion and self-effacement, a place of relief as well as stimulation, a place of imaginative and moral insight, a place for the comments of a man matured by years of various torments and tediums, weaknesses and worries, failures and fatigues, victories and voracious appetites. This may not seem to be the case to readers! Readers often have no idea what goes on below the surface of the text of my work or the text of the work of most writers. Often it matters not. I have written a five volume, 2600 page, memoir, if readers are really interested in the world below the surface and sub specie aeternitatus.
Time and education beget experience; experience begets memory and memory begets judgement and fancy; judgement begets both strength and structure; fancy begets the ornament of my many poems. Rhyme keeps the fancy under control and, since my poetry has little rhyme, judgement is freer to wander on its course, finding similarities and distinctions and giving expression to my themes. -Ron Price with thanks to Michael Schmidt, Lives of the Poets, Weidenfeld and Nicholson, London, 1995, p.253.
The mansion of my days,
over these three long epochs
does not possess tidy,
well-proportioned rooms
but a mix of the familiar
and the topsy-turvy
and a carving, an etching,
of a grand inheritance
into social, civic & public
form, part of the earliest
shaping, the defining of
a sensibility in the complex
whirlwind, a tempest that has
threatened and is threatening
still to tear us all apart, even
the remotest parts of the world.
Ron Price
29 October 2000 to 30 June 2011
SECOND LEADING CAUSE OF DISABILITY
In their painstaking study The Loss of Sadness, Allan V. Horwitz and Jerome C. Wakefield cite the World Health Organization’s projection that by 2020 depression will become the second leading cause of worldwide disability, behind only heart disease, and that depression is already the single leading cause of disability for people in midlife and for women of all ages. The WHO also ranks depression, in its degree of severity for individual victims, ahead of “Down syndrome, deafness, below-the-knee amputation, and angina.” But Horwitz and Wakefield cogently argue that those judgments rest on a failure to distinguish properly between major depression, which is indeed devastating for its sufferers, and lesser episodes of sadness. For more on this subject go to:http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2007/dec/06/talking-back-to-prozac/
BEGINNINGS
Vincent van Gogh wrote that “in the late spring the landscape of Arles gets tonnes of gold of various tints: green-gold, yellow-gold, pink-gold, and in the same way bronze, copper, in short starting from citron yellow all the way to a dull, dark yellow colour like a heap of threshed corn. And this combined with the blue-from the deepest royal blue of the water to the blue of the forget-me-nots, cobalt.”(1) Van Gogh’s correspondence was unique; no painter has ever taken his readers through the processes of his art so thoroughly, so modestly, or with such descriptive power. Van Gogh was inventing a landscape as it invented him; in his incessant letters he catalogued and categorized his work. Much of his work, especially his work at Arles, was a rhapsodic outpouring of creative energy. Work and seriousness is the real image of Van Gogh. It is here that the critic could see the beginnings of modern art.(2)-Robert Hughes, Nothing If Not Critical: Selected Essays on Art and Artists, Harvill, London, 1990, 1pp. 143-144; and 2p.132.
Ron Price describes, in the many genres of his writing, the colours of a different landscape in the darkest hours of a declining western civilization. This decline, he argues, is also accompanied by an emerging global civilization. The colours and hues of previous centuries that saw the developments of both these civilizations are found all over his writings. The tones and tints that he saw in the emergence of the first truely global religion required, at least for him, a literary artistry in continuous need of development. It was a never-ending process. Price also describes the colours of his own life from his deepest, blackest depressions to his golden, his blue, his amethyst and yellow joys. The play of these colours, his personal subjectivity, and other sets of colours he saw reflected in his society, his culture, his religion and his world make his writing a tapestry of illumination and darkness.
Everyone tells their story in a different way. Here is a story, Price's story, taken over five epochs: 1944 to 2011; here is his religion, his take on his religion---for their are many takes. Price provides his readers with a thorough account of the processes by which he works. The detail is descriptive; the tone, he likes to think, is modest. There is work, seriousness, rhapsody here in Price’s poetry and many beginnings. There are several decades of an emergence from obscurity of the newest of the world’s religions. Price uses letters like those of van Gogh; he also uses other genres, and readers are advised to wait for his demise so that they can read them in full, although it may be many decades, if ever, before they see the light of day. -Ron Price, Pioneering Over Five Epochs, Unpublished Manuscript, 2011.
This is a moral act;
it expresses my whole sense
of being in the world, striving
for accuracy I must be really
indifferent to the errors of this
poetic fecundity.....for I am not
writing the history of my age...
but telling of the uniqueness of
my time with a single engine for
describing a world in a total..(1)
metamorphosis, an immediacy
that creates. It is unlikely that
this poetry, its very theatre of
characters & events, and these
letters, essays, diaries will find
a home of popularity in this my
world of forms and the familiar
and not-so familiar; a cultural
burgeoning will find for a world
of divergence, a home—at least
not yet. This dissociation of gaze
and empathy induced by the mass
media: a world of frenetic passivity.
(1) Robert Hughes describing August Rodin in Hughes, op.cit., p.132.
Ron Price
15 January 2000 to 23 June 2006
COMMUNION
J. Hillis Miller, in his analysis of the writings of novelist Joseph Conrad, informs us that Conrad saw the habit of profound reflection as, ultimately, pernicious in its effects because it led to passivity and death, to the dark side of a somber pessimism and to the view of his own personality as ridiculous and an aimless masquerade of something hopelessly unknowable. -Ron Price with thanks to J. Hillis Miller, Poets of Reality, Belknap Press, 1965, pp.33-34.
The desire, as I see it, Mr. Miller,
is to obtain His bounty and tender,
so tender, mercy; to be a recipient
of a leaven that will leaven
the world of my being,
furnish it with writing power
and to be given the honour of His nearness.
The dark side of existence, indeed,
my corrupt inclination
is due to my failure
to achieve this communion.
It is a hopelessly appauling process,
Mr. Miller,
quite beyond the profoundest reflection.
1 This poem draws on a prayer of the Bab in Baha’i Prayers, p.151.
Ron Price
20 June 2000
RISING TO REALITY
This poem was written while waiting to see the film Mission Impossible II, playing in Perth at the Greater Union Theatre in Innaloo. It was also playing in Haifa at one of the six theatres in the city while my wife and son and I were on pilgrimage to the Baha'i World Centre. I went with my wife, my son and my step-daughter to the film as the winter solstice was approaching in the southern hemisphere. It was probably the last movie we would see in Perth before my early retirement and taking a sea-change at the age of 55.-Ron Price, Pioneering Over Three Epochs, 20 June 2000.
To devote oneself to writing, however, is to engage in the most unreal action of all. This was how Joseph Conrad felt, echoing the poet Baudelaire, who also saw the process of scribbling, of writing, as possessing an unreality. Both writers had a sense of intellectual doubt of the ground on which writing stood. When writing was difficult, this sense of doubt entered their very arteries and penetrated their bones. It gave them a feeling of the emptiness, the nothingness of the writing process. Perhaps this explains why, for many, writing letters or emails feels artificial, unreal, undesireable, and why, in some ironic way, it takes on great meaning and reality for others.-Ron Price with thanks to J. Hillis Miller, Poets of Reality: Six Twentieth Century Writers, The Belknap Press of Harvard UP, Cambridge Mass., 1965, p.36.
I think you’re partly right, Joseph,
but the sense of unreality is no more
than in any other activity when one is
tired, depressed, worn to a frazzle or
engaged in the more unpleasant side
of life.......Sadness and despondency
touch our brow...vanity, emptiness &
the mere semblance of reality are part
of life’s many currents that make up a
river of our days as we all flow to great
oceans, I am told, of light, intense light.
And so, Joseph, one must not deny that
the glimmering, superficial & ephemeral
surface of life we will always have with us,
as we strive to rise above words & letters,
the syllables & sounds of words, especially
as we watch movies like the one I am about
to watch at this place in Perth W. Australia!
Ron Price
20 June 2000 to 30 June 2011
EMBELLISHING AN ARCHIVE
The minutes Price took as LSA secretary, in Whyalla in 1971/2, in Kew in 1975, in Ballarat from 1975 to 1978, in Belmont as various times from 1990 to 1997 as well as some notes, reports and letters he wrote while serving on the Baha’i Groups and Regional Teaching Committees in places like Zeehan, Katherine, Launceston, South Hedland and George Town, among others, on a great many aspects of Baha’i community activities were models of attention to detail, of articulateness, of tact and appropriateness, at least he thought so. Not everyone, of course, would agree. If they had any weaknesses it might be their signs of haste that were part of his life style in general for many years, and evidences of a certain fatigue with the process of writing administrative material in any form. Such forms of writing, Price thought, surely do not reveal the ‘real man?’ They reflect part of him, at the most, a small part. As important as many of these documents may have been at the time to both Price and the group concerned, Price could not imagine these pieces in their several topic areas contributing much to general human interest at a future time, although they may have some value to a future age as part of the various archives in which they finally rested. -Ron Price, Pioneering Over Four Epochs, 26 August 2000 to 23 June 2006.
Are there any rare gems amidst that
archival mountain of the circularized
memoranda, letters, reports and the
seemingly irrelevant piles of paper in
box after box, out by that toilet block,
the shed or the empty back room near
the back door which gets a heavy use,
much coming and going, here-&-there?
Hour after hour went by in the lives of
the saints, the heros and the ordinary
mortals as they poured over this often
ambiguous discourse with history, this
deceptive mirror of reality which often
told little of the real community, life, or
relationships, sadnesses and the joys.
For the most part these are and were,
ordinary humans: no great man theory
of histoy here, just boxes of stuff rarely
looked at, never read....part of anarchic
confusion in our attitude to the past...
For, always, there is much else to do.
And so I embellish this archive with
a poetic narrative that may live on &
gather less dust amidst the rubble of
the fourth and fifth epochs and their
grandeur: a new garden appeared &
transformed a religion with its very
pretensions to being a/the chrysalis
church of a new age in the last years
of this incredible twentieth and even
more incredible twenty-first centuries.
Ron Price
26 August 2000 to 30June 2011
HEMINGWAY
Ernest Hemingway won a Pulitzer Prize in 1952 and a Nobel Prize at the age of 54 in 1954. At the age of 62, in the twilight of his fame, after hospitalization for depression and alcoholism, he shot himself to death at home in Idaho. His suicide seemed to call his work into question and prompted people to cast a cold eye on his personal accounts of life, his life. His autobiographical accounts came to be seen as exaggerated or distorted. His stories came to be seen, by many, as falsifying something about life, about men, women and war. The rapid decline of the reputation of major literary figures after their death is not uncommon. Hemingway was a writer trapped by his own charm and energy, by literary adulation, by alcoholism and by the very conspicuous nature of his celebrity status in a lifestyle, in a modus operandi, a modus vivendi, that he could not manage, could not cope with or deal with in a practical way. He was quite literally a victim of his own success and the fascinating nature of his personality. Alcoholism and depression often have complex etiologies going right back to childhood. These illnesses exacted on Hemingway a high price. The price was his life and the decline of his work both during his life and after his death.-Ron Price with thanks to “Reviews of Biographies of Ernest Hemingway,” The Archives of The New York Times, 1999.
Hemingway's impulse was always to escape domestic confinement and to bond with men who, as this account makes clearer than previous biographies have done, often seem to have been sexually attracted to Hemingway. Yet physical love was not what Hemingway wanted from men. It was relations without consequences.
"You exchange the pleasant, comforting stench of comrades for something you can never feel in any other way than by yourself." That something was recognizable from the feeling that comes over you "when you write well and truly of something . . . or when you do something which people do not consider a serious occupation and yet you know, truly, that it is as important and has always been as important as all the things that are in fashion." His books had a preoccupation with the traffic of machismo -- sex, drinking, hunting. They are tiresome partly because of these preoccupations. These preoccupations could be a definition of metaphysical provincialism.
''Married domesticity may have seemed to him the desirable culmination of romantic love, but sooner or later he became bored and restless, critical and bullying. The conflict between his yearning to be looked after and his craving for excitement and freedom was never resolved.'' –Ron Price with thanks to “Reviews of Biographies of Ernest Hemingway,” The Archives of The New York Times, 1999.
UNTREATED
My poetry is a blending of autobiographical elements, echoes of the literature of the social sciences and humanities and a steady stream of references to and influences from Baha’i writings, history and teachings. This evening I was reading about the English poet George Byron(1788-1824). I was particularly struck by the fact that all of Byron's poetry is a blending of autobiographical elements and echoes of the literature he had absorbed over the years. And so I felt a certain affinity to Byron for this reason.
His poem Don Juan is considered the most autobiographical of Byron’s works. Almost all of Don Juan is real life either Byron’s or the lives of those whom he knew. Byron started writing Don Juan on July 3rd 1818, eight months after the birth of Baha’u’llah. He continued working on the poem in Italy and on his death in 1824 the poem remained unfinished. Don Juan was a, perhaps the, poem that the working class took to heart in the mid-19th century, so Friedrich Engles informed us in 1844. This poem reached the urban and rural poor and, for many, it was all they read besides the Bible. It is very likely that most of these readers did not read any of Byron's other works. As early as 1819 the work was regarded by the bourgeoisie as filthy and impious, although it was not fully published until 1901. Byron was regarded by Eliot as having contributed nothing to either poetry or literature. By that genius of German literature and polymath Johann GoetheByron was seen as the greatest genius of his century. -Ron Price with thanks to Galit Avitan, “Publication Histories: Byron’s Don Juan,” Ashes, Sparks and Hypertext, 2000.
I suppose it’s your manic-depression
that first attracted me to your work..;
so often with poetry it’s the man and
not the work which brings one close.
Also, your popularity at the time of the
birth of the greatest soul to ever draw
breath on this planet(1) and your real
autobiographical poetry 200 years ago.
At 36 my malady was finally treated and
yours untreated even as you drew your
last breath in 1824 at Missolonghi...You
made your work for everyone, although
only a coterie ever get near your work.
I, too, try to make my work readable by
everyone but it is only read by a few.
Perhaps I should call my work sketches,
autobiographical work perfecting prose.
Your life overshadowed your poetry and
my life is, at least in part, my poetry, and
I must add, my prose. Few profoundly feel
your influence, your sincerity and strength
and fewer feel mine whatever I possess----
although with cyberpsace I begin to wonder.
Your battles in life exaggerated weakness;
your strength was wasted in friction and
you knew your poetry and Keats’ was poor
that neither of you really had the poetic gift.
Emerson said you had a sense of the infinite;
to Shaw you were an energetic genius with a
resultant unscrupulous freedom of thought;
to Eliot you added and discovered nothing---
an assessment made at the start of a teaching
Plan(2) and an assessment prophetic in its way.
(1) Baha’u’llah 1817.
(2) 1937 in “Contemporary and Critical Opinion,” Byron: Internet Site, 2004.
Ron Price
April 12th 2006 to 30 June 2011
BIPOLAR DISORDER:
My 68 Year Chaos Narrative
A Longitudinal Context: October 1943 To October 2011
11th Edition, Draft #2
By
Ron Price of George Town Tasmania Australia
(175 Pages: Font 14—75,000 words)
Disclaimer: This on-line book is offered for informational purposes and as an aid to others. It is NOT a substitute for medical advice. Although I make every effort to offer only accurate information, I cannot guarantee that the information I make available here is always correct or current. This is my personal, idiosyncratic, story. Consequently, no one should rely upon any information contained herein, nor make any decisions or take any action based on such information. Consult your doctor before starting any diet or exercise program, taking any medication or, indeed, taking any action at all as a result of reading this work. I am not responsible for any action taken in reliance on the information contained herein and for any damages incurred, whether directly or indirectly, as a result of errors, omissions or discrepancies contained herein.
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1. Preamble and Introduction:
1.1 This medium-sized book was once very small, indeed, not much more than a long essay of about 2000 words. It started out as that very short essay ten years ago in 2001: (a) as a statement to obtain a disability pension in Australia and (b) as an appendix to my memoirs, a five volume 2600 page opus found in whole and in part at various places on the internet. Both this statement and that book of my memoirs could benefit from the assistance of one, Rob Cowley, affectionately known in publishing circles back in the seventies and early eighties as “the Boston slasher.” His editing was regarded by some as constructive and deeply sensitive. If he could amputate several dozen pages, several thousand words, of this exploration of my life experience of bipolar disorder(BPD) with minimal agony to my emotional equipment I’m sure readers would be the beneficiaries. But, alas, I think Bob is dead. For the rest of this 75,000 word book go to the following hyperlink:
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