Never once, during any of my bouts of depression, had I been inclined or able to pick up a telephone and ask a friend for help. It wasn't in me.
I have often asked myself whether, given the choice, I would choose to have manic-depressive illness. If lithium were not available to me, or didn't work for me, the answer would be a simple no... and it would be an answer laced with terror. But lithium does work for me, and therefore I can afford to pose the question. Strangely enough, I think I would choose to have it. It's complicated.
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What this quote means
The quote reflects on the complexity of choosing to live with a mental illness when effective treatment is available.
Kay Redfield Jamison contemplates the nature of living with manic-depressive illness and the impact of treatment on her perception of the condition. She acknowledges the terror of being without effective medication like lithium, but also expresses a complex relationship with her illness, suggesting that it has shaped her identity and experiences in significant ways. Ultimately, her statement reveals a nuanced understanding of mental health, where suffering can coexist with a sense of personal acceptance and understanding.
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In a mental health awareness seminar discussing the benefits of treatment options.
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