) I knew I had taken a wrecking ball to my own life.
It certainly never occurred to me that my story was just one of many bipolar stories.
He rarely slept, and he made his living through illegal gambling, drug dealing, theft, fencing, forgery and whatever other opportunities presented themselves.
He was handsome and brilliant and charming and affectionate and violent and crazy.
My 40s started very well with a job I loved at a dot.com, surrounded by a group of incredibly smart and nice people.
By this time I had also acquired a law degree and had had the same wonderful partner for about 10 years.