We all build internal sea walls to keep at bay the sadnesses of life and the often overwhelming forces within our minds. In whatever way we do this—through love, work, family, faith, friends, denial, alcohol, drugs, or medication—we build these walls, stone by stone, over a lifetime. One of the most difficult problems is to construct these barriers of such a height and strength that one has a true harbor, a sanctuary away from crippling turmoil and pain, but yet low enough, and permeable enough, to let in fresh seawater that will fend off the inevitable inclination toward brackishness.
Kay Redfield JamisonI long ago abandoned the notion of a life without storms, or a world without dry and killing seasons. Life is too complicated, too constantly changing, to be anything but what it is. And I am, by nature, too mercurial to be anything but deeply wary of the grave unnaturalness involved in any attempt to exert too much control over essentially uncontrollable forces. There will always be propelling, disturbing elements, and they will be there until, as Lowell put it, the watch is taken from the wrist. It is, at the end of the day, the individual moments of restlessness, of bleakness, of strong persuasions and maddened enthusiasms, that inform one’s life, change the nature and direction of one’s work, and give final meaning and color to one’s loves and friendships.
Kay Redfield JamisonMots clés life-and-living
I realized that it was not that I didn’t want to go on without him. I did. It was just that I didn’t know why I wanted to go on
Kay Redfield JamisonMots clés love grief bereavement
I was late to understand that chaos and intensity are no subsitute for lasting love, nor are they necessarily an improvement on real life. Normal people are not always boring. On the contrary. Volatility and passion, although often more romantic and enticing, are not intrinsically preferable to a steadiness of experience and feeling about another person.
Kay Redfield JamisonWho would not want an illness that has among its symptoms elevated and expansive mood, inflated self-esteem, abundance of energy, less need for sleep, intensified sexuality, and- most germane to our argument here-"sharpened and unusually creative thinking" and "increased productivity"?
Kay Redfield JamisonIt is true that I had
wanted to die , but that is peculiarly different from regretting having
been born. Overwhelmingly, I was enormously glad to have been
born, grateful for life, and I couldn’t imagine not wanting to pass on
life to someone else.
لو قلتم لي في تلك الأيام التي بدت بسيطة وغير معقدة وذات القفازات البيضاء والقبعات الواسعة, إنني خلال سنتين سوف أكون ذهانية وأتمنى فقط الموت, لضحكت وتعجبت, وواصلت الحياة,ولكني كنت سأضحك كثيرا بكل تأكيد!
Kay Redfield JamisonI long ago abandoned the notion of a life without storms, or a world without dry and killing seasons. Life is too complicated, too constantly changing, to be anything but what it is. And I am, by nature, too mercurial to be anything but deeply wary of the grave unnaturalness involved in any attempt to exert too much control over essentially uncontrollable forces. There will always be propelling, disturbing elements, and they will be there until, as Lowell put it, the watch is taken from the wrist. It is, at the end of the day, the individual moments of restlessness, of bleakness, of strong persuasions and maddened enthusiasms, that inform one's life, change the nature and direction of one's work, and give final meaning and color to one's loves and friendships.
Kay Redfield Jamisonكبرت بسرعة خلال تلك الشهور، كما يجب على الشخص الذي يفقد ذاته، ويكون قريبا هكذا من الموت ومن الحفرة الأخيرة.
Kay Redfield Jamisonلقد كانت حياة غريبة الأطوار: مدهشة , ورهيبة, وبغيضة, وعسيرة بما يفوق الوصف, وسهلة بصورة عظيمة وغير متوقعة, ومعقدة, وتسلية عظيمة, وكابوسا بلا مخرج!
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