Mine would be called "The Art of Becoming a Phoenix". I'm slowly discovering that if I ever want to be successful with this disease, I'm going to have to be like a phoenix, to die a thousand deaths and yet remain immortal. When I slip into a depression, and afterwards am convinced that I'm worthless and talentless, I must find a way to rise up from the ashes and also find the courage to fly once again.

On that note, Widgets it is never too late to become the person you thought you would be. You can always go back to school, make new friends,change your habits, etc. until your outside self matches your inside self. (This is another thing I am slowly learning). Just because you are not there yet doesn't mean that you will never arrive. And there is nothing wrong with being late because you took the more scenic road. Experience of all kinds is valuable.