Reality is hard. It is no walk in the park, this thing called Life.
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.
No amount of therapy will take care of a chemical imbalance of the brain.
You can have manic-depression without having an ounce of creativity.
I knew from a very young age that there was something very wrong with me.
We have developed this unbelievable ability to deny. We have to. If we didn't, we'd go crazy.
At the age of 19, I removed myself from society for almost four months, setting off years of manic episodes, including outrageous overspending. I bought several Mercedes because I thought I could. I had no money, but I rented a jet.
The Eleanor Roosevelt Award that I received for women's rights activities is one I treasure.