People See Me And They Squeal Like

There Is No Point At Which You Can Say, "well, I'm Successful Now. I Might As Well Take A Nap."

I Guess I Do Carry A Bit Of Male Energy. It's Like What I Always Say - Two Yangs Don't Make A Right.

Then I Overdosed At 28, At Which Point I Began To Accept The Bipolar Diagnosis.

I Don't Want To Be Caught ... Ashamed Of Anything. And Because Generally Someone Who Has Bipolar Doesn't Have Just Bipolar, They Have Bipolar, And They Have A Life And A Job And A Kid And A Hat And Parents, So Its Not Your Overriding Identity, It's Just Something That You Have, But Not The Only Thing - Even If It's Quite A Big Thing.

The World Of Manic Depression Is A World Of Bad Judgment Calls.