My childhood passed in a joyous blur of giggles. I was indifferent to food, ate very little. My little sister, two years younger than me, was my constant companion and playmate. I didn't think of myself as "I" until i was older. I was so attached to my sister i always spoke of "we." I got a really good start in life. You do so much learning when you're young, a massive amount, especially language.

Things started unravelling when i was eight and my family had become completely dysfunctional by the time i was 14 when my oldest and favorite brother committed suicide. I got anorexia and depression. When i was 18 i had my first hypomanic episode which i mistook for falling in love.

I love to think of my wondrous childhood and how natural i felt and how carefree and untroubled i was. I have an excellent memory and i can remember my mom bringing my newborn sister back from the hospital. That's my first memory and i'll treasure it always!