Jenna

“It was supposed to be the “upside” of the bipolar experience—but it was worse than any depression I’d ever suffered.”
― Jeff Garvin, The Lightness of Hands

“I know it’s hard,” Dad said. He put his hand under my chin. “This thing you tow around with you—it drags you through wreckage, I know it does. But it also gives you an eagle’s-eye view. A perspective most of us never achieve.”
― Jeff Garvin, The Lightness of Hands

“When I’m on meds, I’m more level. My edges don’t feel as sharp. But it’s like—is that the real me? Or is that just the pills?” I scraped my teeth against my bottom lip. “I want to be healthy. But sometimes I just want to ride the storm and I don’t care what happens.”
― Jeff Garvin, The Lightness of Hands

“Mostly, I’m just impossible to be around. One minute you’ll think I’m pissed off, and the next you’ll hate that I’m being so needy. You’ll never know what’s going through my head, and when you ask, I won’t tell you. I’ll be up and down and frantic and sedate and you’ll never know whether it’s you or me or the drugs or just my fucking disease.”
― Jeff Garvin, The Lightness of Hands