“ I don’t know how long I’ve been in my house. It’s dark. Last I checked it was day. I think I’ve thrown up seven times today. I’m so dehydrated I can barely walk, and I’m crawling down the hall. The eating disorder has gotten too bad. It’s not working. I see it for what it is: an attempt to control a self that I felt was completely out of control, a life that was falling apart. And it has done nothing but make the bipolar worse, and ruin my body in the process.
Madness: A Bipolar Life by Marya Hornbacher
