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Linda Hoenigsberg's avatar

I spent the 1970s on various couches and chairs within the offices of psychiatrists and psychotherapists. I was diagnosed with panic disorder, agoraphobia, and major depression replete with daily thoughts of ending my life. We went over my childhood ad nauseam and I continued to deteriorate. Then I read about the brain from a book at the library. Lightbulb! I still remember driving the 101 along the California coastline during the early 1990s when the thought came to me..."I'm well!" For those moments I had no discernible anxiety, no depression or even sadness. I felt complete joy. I felt FREE!!! Of course I've had times of anxiety and even low level depression since then. At 70+, I've had plenty of seasons of being human.

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Esther Nagle's avatar

Sarah, I've only read this prologue and I'm already grateful to you for writing this. I've struggled with mental health for a long time, and have spent much of this weekend diving into articles and webinar about bipolar, wondering if that might be the explanation for so much. And then I remembered about your memoir (just as I am about to go to bed, of course!), so I'm going to be reading this over the coming weeks, and looking at how I can help myself while I wait for the agonisingly slow process of the NHS menrtal health serviced to offer me an assessment. Thank you again! 💜

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