It's Better To Be Dead, Or Even

It's Better To Be Dead, Or Even Perfectly Well, Than To Suffer From The Wrong Affliction. The Man Who Owns Up To Arthritis In A Beri-beri Year Is As Lonely As A Woman In A Last Month's Dress.

There Are Things That Tend To Moderate With Age. Schizophrenia Is Somewhat Like That.

Gradually I Began To Intellectually Reject Some Of The Delusionally Influenced Lines Of Thinking Which Had Been Characteristic Of My Orientation. This Began, Most Recognizably, With The Rejection Of Politically-oriented Thinking As Essentially A Hopeless Waste Of Intellectual Effort.

I Never Saw My Grandfather Because He Had Died Before I Was Born, But I Have Good Memories Of My Grandmother And Of How She Could Play The Piano At The Old House.

I Know That If I Could Really Understand Mental Illness, Then It Would Be Appropriate To Make A Big Career Shift. I Would Become A Therapist And A Leader In Terms Of Mental Illness. But I'm Not In The Position.