People go mad in idiosyncratic across miles of circling

	People go mad in idiosyncratic across miles of circling
	ways. Perhaps it was not rings; and the almost
	surprising that, as a imperceptible, somehow
	meteorologist's daughter, I surprisingly pallid, moons of
	found myself, in that glorious this Catherine wheel of a
	illusion of high summer days, planet. I remember singing
	gliding, flying, now and again "Fly Me to the Moons" as I
	lurching through cloud banks swept past those of Saturn,
	and ethers, past stars, and and thinking myself terribly
	across fields of ice crystals. funny. I saw and experienced
	Even now, I can see in my that which had been only
	mind's rather peculiar eye an dreams, or fitful fragments of
	extraordinary shattering and aspiration.
	shifting of light; inconstant
	but ravishing colors laid out

	Was it real? Well, of course not, not in any .------------.
	meaningful sense of the word "real." But did it stay \| AND I MISS \|
	with me? Absolutely. Long after my psychosis \| SATURN \|
	cleared, and the medications took hold, it became \| VERY MUCH \|
	part of what one remembers forever, surrounded by an '------------'
	almost Proustian melancholy. Long since that extended voyage of my
	mind and soul, Saturn and its icy rings took on an elegiac beauty,
	and I don't see Saturn's image now without feeling an acute sadness
	at its being so far away from me, so unobtainable in so many ways.
	The intensity, glory, and absolute assuredness of my mind's flight
	made it very difficult for me to believe, once I was better, that the
	illness was one I should willingly give up. Even though I was a
	clinician and a scientist, and even though I could read the research
	literature and see the inevitable, bleak consequences of not taking
	lithium, I for many years after my initial diagnosis was reluctant to
	.--------. take my medications as prescribed. Why was I so
	\| WAS IT \| unwilling? Why did it take having to go through more
	\| REAL? \| episodes of mania, followed by long suicidal
	'--------' depressions, before I would take lithium in a medically
	sensible way?

	Some of my reluctance, no doubt, stemmed from a fundamental denial
	that what I had was a real disease. This is a common reaction that
	follows, rather counter-intuitively, in the wake of early episodes
	of manic-depressive illness. Moods are such an essential part of the
	substance of life, of one's notion of oneself, that even psychotic
	extremes in mood and behavior somehow can be seen as temporary, even
	understandable, reactions to what life has dealt. In my case, I had
	a horrible sense of loss for who I had been and where I had been. It
	was difficult to give up the high flights of mind and mood, even
	though the depressions that inevitably followed nearly cost me my
	life.

	My family and friends expected that I would welcome being "normal,"
	be appreciative of lithium, and take in stride having normal energy
	and sleep. But if you have had stars at your feet and the rings of
	planets through your hands, are used to sleeping only four or five
	hours a night and now sleep eight, are used to staying up all night
	for days and weeks in a row and now cannot, it is a very real
	adjustment to blend into a three-piece-suit schedule, which, while
	comfortable to many, is new, restrictive, seemingly less productive,
	and maddeningly less intoxicating. People say, when I complain of
	being less lively, less energetic, less high-spirited, "Well, now
	you're just like the rest of us," meaning, among other things, to be
	reassuring. But I compare myself with my former self, not with
	others. Not only that, I tend to compare my current self with the
	best I have been, which is when I have been mildly manic. When I am
	my present "normal" self, I am far removed from when I have been my
	liveliest, most productive, most intense, most outgoing and
	effervescent. In short, for myself, I am a hard act to follow.

	And I miss Saturn very much.

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	An unquiet mind / Kay Redfield Jamison.— 1st ed.

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	Poor Wakefield!