I Had Had Some Months Of Depression.

I Envy People With Dreams And Passions, But I Don't Think That Way. I Still Don't Have A 'bliss' To Follow. For People Like Me - I Suspect That's Most People - Holding Out For A 'dream' Or A 'passion' Is Paralyzing. I Just Like Having Work I Enjoy That Feels Meaningful. That's Hard Enough... But It's Enough.

My Guess Is That People Look At Me And Project Their Own Values - Importance Of Family, Ego Is Healthy But Not The Biggest Thing. I Don't Know. I Can't Explain My Popularity.

The Courage To Try Something New Makes Me Proud.

A Diagnosis Is Burden Enough Without Being Burdened By Secrecy And Shame.

I've Always Been Profoundly Ambivalent About Fame. I Think It Just Eats The Reality Out Of You And It Can Be Intoxicating Because I Like Some Of It.