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An astonishing dispatch from inside the belly of bipolar disorder, reflecting major new insights

When Marya Hornbacher published her first book, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia, she did not yet have the piece of shattering knowledge that would finally make sense of the chaos of her life. At age twenty-four, Hornbacher was diagnosed with Type I rapid-cycle bipolar, the most severe form of bipolar disorder.

In Madness, in her trademark wry and utterly self-revealing voice, Hornbacher tells her new story. Through scenes of astonishing visceral and emotional power, she takes us inside her own desperate attempts to counteract violently careening mood swings by self-starvation, substance abuse, numbing sex, and self-mutilation. How Hornbacher fights her way up from a madness that all but destroys her, and what it is like to live in a difficult and sometimes beautiful life and marriage -- where bipolar always beckons -- is at the center of this brave and heart-stopping memoir.

Madness delivers the revelation that Hornbacher is not alone: millions of people in America today are struggling with a variety of disorders that may disguise their bipolar disease. And Hornbacher's fiercely self-aware portrait of her own bipolar as early as age four will powerfully change, too, the current debate on whether bipolar in children actually exists.

Ten years after Kay Redfield Jamison's An Unquiet Mind, this storm of a memoir will revolutionize our understanding of bipolar disorder.

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In Wasted, Marya Hornbacher told the story of her painful struggle with bulimia and anorexia. In Madness: A Bipolar Life, she describes for the first time the lifelong mental disturbance that has been the root of her problems. This powerful memoir unfolds the story of a young woman unable to identify, much less cope with, her intense bipolar disorder. With moving specificity, she tells how her rapidly careening emotion ruined much of her childhood and adolescence, sending her to the short-lived solace of self-medication and compulsive behavior. Eventually, physicians were able to diagnose her condition as rapid cycling type 1 bipolar disorder, the most severe form of the illness.
Publishers Weekly

Hornbacher, who detailed her struggle with bulimia and anorexia in Wasted, now shares the story of her lifelong battle with mental illness, finally diagnosed as rapid cycling type 1 bipolar disorder. Even as a toddler, Hornbacher couldn't sleep at night and jabbered endlessly, trying to talk her parents into going outside to play in the dark. Other schoolchildren called her crazy. When she was just 10, she discovered alcohol was a good "mood stabilizer"; by age 14, she was trading sex for pills. In her late teens, her eating disorder landed her in the hospital, followed by another body obsession, cutting. An alcoholic by this point, she was alternating between mania and depression, with frequent hospitalizations. Her doctor explained that not only did the alcohol block her medications, it was up to her to control her mental illness, which would always be with her. This truth didn't sink in for a long, long time, but when it did, she had a chance for a life outside her local hospital's psychiatric unit. Hornbacher ends on a cautiously optimistic note-she knows she'll never lead a "normal life," but maybe she could live with the life she does have. Although painfully self-absorbed, Hornbacher will touch a nerve with readers struggling to cope with mental illness. (Apr.)

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Children's Literature - Janet L. Rose
Marya has bipolar disease. She goes from high energy, multi-tasking for weeks, even months, and then crashes to the depths of depression, sometimes unable to leave her room. In this autobiography, Marya relates how she has struggled with mental illness most of her life. Although the average age of onset is the early 20s, Marya was manic depressive by seven. When manic, her mind would race from topic to topic and her body would run, fling, jump and refuse to stay still. In the depressive stage she curled up in her bed for days. When she discovered alcohol, the booze kept her at the height of mania, the feel-good stage. The crashes to depression, however, were more devastating and long-lasting. Finally one psychiatrist diagnosed her problem and started prescribing drugs. For a manic/depressive however, it was hard to give up drinking and stay on schedule with the medicine—the highs were too good. She could be the bubbly entertainer, the productive worker, the clean homemaker, the dedicated student. On the destructive side one partner was boring so she had to conquer many through sex; food was not important and nothing was satisfactory. It was always go, go, go. Although learning to manage her illness Marya is far from cured and must continually monitor and manage her illness. The book includes websites, books, organizations and other helpful resources for professionals, teachers, adults and young adults who associate with someone with these symptoms or are in the throes of the disease itself. Reviewer: Janet L. Rose
Library Journal

In Hornbacher's first book, Wasted, she described the agony of life with eating disorders. What she did not know then was why she so abused her body. That answer came at age 24, when she was diagnosed with an extreme form of bipolar disorder. This memoir recounts episodes of that disease, and it is heartbreaking. Readers sense Hornbacher's struggle to rein in the paragraphs, sentences, words that sprawl across the page; many sections have little punctuation and lead nowhere. Alternately, the scenes over which Hornbacher exerts some control seem to come from a place of thoughtful repose and are both disturbing and deeply moving, giving true insight into what it's like to live with this most stubbornly intransigent of mental disorders. That the book was finished at all is a great tribute to Hornbacher's resilience. Followers of Wasted and other literary recovery memoirs will clamor for this. [See Prepub Alert, LJ12/07.]
—Elizabeth Brinkley

Kirkus Reviews
Photoshop of horrors from a writer who has suffered countless maladies during her long battle with mental illness. Hornbacher begins when she is 20 and in one of her self-mutilation phases. Then she looks back, using relentlessly present-tense verbs to provide snapshots of prior disturbing moments, beginning with her frenzies and terrors at age four, advancing through elementary school ("I am shitfaced and hyper and ten years old"), then on to cocaine and eating disorders. Psychiatrists and hospitals don't help much; mental-health professionals are always far less clever than the author. In 1996, while working on her first book (Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia, 1998), she's told that she has severe bipolar disorder. Disdaining the meds, mistaking her highs for cures, she ignores the diagnosis. Hornbacher's prose accelerates when she's writing about her manic periods, then slows for the depressive lulls. Later, she organizes the text in short sections labeled by year, or season, or month, or sometimes even by hour. They chronicle drinking, random sex, cutting, vomiting, anonymous boyfriends, good and bad husbands, multiple hospitalizations, alternating periods of zany mania and I'm-not-leaving-my-bed depression, multiple meds, clueless shrinks, shock therapy, cocktails of drugs. Somehow Hornbacher goes on a book tour, writes a novel (The Center of Winter, 2005), remembers pages of detailed conversations. People are always telling her that she's hot and talented. A couple of times she says that madness and electroshock have wiped clean her memory, then she launches into more pages of verbatim witty dialogue and detailed description from days or decades ago. She ends with anepilogue chockablock with cliches like "but there is hope too" and "I am who I am."Blurs the line between imagination and memory so thoroughly that truth struggles for visibility. Agent: Sydelle Kramer/Susan Rabiner Literary Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780618754458
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 4/9/2008
  • Pages: 320
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.25 (h) x 0.75 (d)

Meet the Author


Marya Hornbacher is the author of the Pulitzer Prize-nominated national bestseller Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia, a book that remains an intensely read classic, and the acclaimed novel The Center of Winter. An award-winning journalist, she lectures nationally on writing and mental health and lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
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The Goatman 1978

I will not go to sleep. I won’t. My parents, who are always going to bed, tell me that I can stay up if I want, but for God’s sake, don’t come out of my room. I am four years old and I like to stay up all night. I sing my songs, very quietly. I keep watch. Nothing can get me if I am awake.
I sleep during the day like a bat with the blinds closed, and then they come home. I hear them open the door, and I fling on the lights and gallop through the house shrieking to wake the dead all evening, all night. Let’s have a play! I shout. Let’s have a ballet! A reading! A race! Don’t tell me what to do, get away from me, I hate you, you’re never any fun, you never let me do anything, I want to go to the opera! I want opera glasses! I’m going to be an explorer! I don’t care if I track mud all over the house, let’s get another dog! I want an Irish setter, I want a camel! I want an Easter dress! I’m going ice-skating! Right now, yes! Where are the car keys? Of course I can drive! Fine, go to bed! See if I care!
And I slam into my room, dive onto the bed, kick and scream, get bored, read a book, shouting at the top of my lungs, “I don’t care,” says Pierre! And the lion says, “Then I will eat you, if I may.” “I don’t care, says Pierre!” It is my favorite Maurice Sendak book. I jabber to my imaginary friends Susie and Sackie and Savvy and Cindy, who tell me secrets and stay with me all night while I am keeping watch, while I am guarding the castle, and there are horrible creatures waiting to kill me so I talk to myself all night, writing a play and acting it out with a thousand little porcelain figures that I dust every day, twice a day, I must keep things neat, in their magic positions, or something terrible will happen. The shah of Iran, who is under my bed, will leap out and carry me away under his arm.
I have to get dressed. So what if it’s black as pitch outside. I go to the closet, I take out a jumper and a white shirt, and from the dresser I get white socks and white underwear and a white undershirt, and I get my favorite saddle shoes, and I suit up completely. I must be very quiet or my parents will hear. I tie my shoes in double knots so I won’t fall out of them. I get on my hands and knees and crawl all over the room, smoothing out the carpet. Finally I make myself stop. I lie down in the center of the floor, facing the door in case of emergency. I cross my ankles and fold my hands across my middle. I close my eyes. I fall asleep, or die.

“Mom,” I whisper loudly, pushing on her shoulder. It’s dark, I’m in my parents’ bedroom, a ghost in my white nightie. “Mom,” I say again, shaking her. I bounce up and down on my toes and lean over her, my mouth near her ear. “Mom, I have to tell you something.” “What is it?” she mumbles, opening one eye.
“The goatman,” I whisper, agitated. “He’s in my room. He came while I was sleeping. You have to make him leave. I can’t sleep. Will you read to me?” I hop about, crashing into the nightstand. “Can we make a cake? I want to make a cake, I can’t go to school tomorrow, I’m scared of Teacher Jackie, she yells at us, she doesn’t like me, Mom, the goatman, do you have to go to work tomorrow? Will you read to me?” “Marya, it’s the middle of the night,” she says, hoisting herself up with her elbow. Next to her, the mountain of my father snores. “Can we read tomorrow?” “I can’t go back in there!” I shriek, running around in a tiny circle. “The goatman will get me! We could make cookies instead! I want to buy a horse, a gray one! And I want to go to the beach and collect seashells, can’t we go to the beach, I promise I’ll sleep —” My mother swings her legs off the edge of the bed and holds me by the shoulders. “Honey, can you slow down? Just slow down.” Out of breath, I stand there, my head spinning. “What did you want to tell me?” she asks. “One thing. Tell me the most important thing you want to tell me.” “The goatman,” I say, and burst into tears. “But Mom, I can’t—” “Shhh,” she says, picking me up. She carries me down the hall. This is how she fixes it. She holds me very tight and things slow down a little. But I’m too upset. I set my chin on her shoulder and sob and babble. Everyone’s going to leave, you’ll forget to come get me, I’ll get lost, I’ll get stuck in the grocery store and they’ll lock me in. What if there are snakes in my bedroom? Why won’t the goatman go away? What if it isn’t perfect? What if it’s scary? What if you and Daddy die? Who will take care of me? What if you give me away? I don’t want you to give me away, I want to be a policeman, why do policemen wear hats — “Marya, hush. It’s all right. Everything’s going to be all right.” I want to see Grandma, let’s go see Grrandma, I want to go outside and play in the yard, why can’t I play in the yard when it’s dark, I want to look at the moon — We pace up anddddd down the hall. I get more and more agitated, swinging moment by moment from terror to elation to utter despair, until finally I wiggle my way free and start to run. I race around the house, my mother trailing me, until I stumble on my nightgown and sprawl out on the floor, sobbing, beating my fists on the ground. “I’m here,” she says. “Honey, I’m here.” I snuffle and drag a hiccupping breath and heave a sigh. She is here. She is right here. She picks me up. She carries me into the bathroom and turns on the bathtub. While it runs, I squirm on her lap, kicking my legs, shrieking, laughing, crying, I can’t ever go back in my room, the goatman, I want to have a party, when is it Christmas, I want to live in a tree house, what if I fall in the ocean and drown, where do I go when I die — She pulls my nightgown over my head and sets me in the tub. I am suddenly quiet. Water makes it better. In the water, I am safe. She kneels next to me where I sit, only my head sticking out of the water. She tells me a story. Things are slowing down. I am contained. I bob in the water, warm, enclosed. My limbs float. The noise and racing of my thoughts wind down until they yawn in my head as if they are in slow motion. My head is filled with white cotton, and I hear a low humming, and my skull is heavy. I am aware only of the water and my mother’s voice.
Back in bed, she wraps me tight in my quilt, my arms and legs and feet and hands all covered, kept in so they won’t fly off. The goatman has gone away for the night. She sits on the edge of my bed, smoothing my hair. I am wrapped up like a package. I am a caterpillar in my cocoon. I am an egg.
She stays with me until, near dawn, I fall asleep.

What They Know 1979

They know I am different. They say that I live in my head. They are just being kind. I’m crazy. The other kids say it, twirl their fingers next to their heads, Cuckoo! Cuckoo! they say, and I laugh with them, and roll my eyes to imitate a crazy person, and fling my arms and legs around to show them that I get the joke, I’m in on it, I’m not really crazy at all. They do it after one of my outbursts at school or in daycare, when I’ve been running around like a maniac, laughing like crazy, or while I get lost in my words, my mouth running off ahead of me, spilling the wild, lit-up stories that race through my head, or when I burst out in raging fits that end with me sobbing hysterically and beating my fists on my head or my desk or my knees. Then I look up suddenly, and everyone’s staring. And I brighten up, laugh my happiest laugh, to show them I was just kidding, I’m really not like that, and everyone laughs along.

I am lying on the bed. I am listening to my parents scream at each other in the other room. That’s what they do. They scream or throw things or both. You son of a bitch! [crash]. You’re trying to ruin my life! [crash, shatter, crash]. When they are not screaming, we are all cozy and happy and laughing, the little bear family, we love each other, we have the all-a-buddy hug. It’s hard to tell which is going to come next. Between the screaming and the crazies, it is very loud in my head.
And so I am feeling numb. It’s a curious feeling, and I get it all the time. My attention to the world around me disappears, and something starts to hum inside my head. Far off, voices try to bump up against me, but I repel them. My ears fill up with water and I focus on the humming in my head.
I am inside my skull. It is a little cave, and I curl up inside it. Below it, my body hovers, unattached. I have that feeling of falling, and I imagine my soul is being pulled upward, and I close my eyes and let go.
My feet are flying. I hate it when my feet are flying. I sit up and grab them with both hands. It’s dark, and I stare at the little line of light that sneaks in under the door.
The light begins to move. It begins to pulse and blur. I try to make it stop. I scowl and stare at it. My heart beats faster. I am frozen in my bed, gripping my feet. The light has crawled across the floor. It’s headed for the bed. I want it to hold still, so I press my brain against it, expecting it to stop, but it doesn’t. The line crosses the purple carpet. I want to scream. I open my mouth and hear myself say something, but I don’t know what it is or who said it. The little man in my mind said it, I decide, suddenly aware that there is a little man in my mind.
The line is crawling up the side of the bed. I tell it to go away. Holding my feet, I scootch back toward the wall. My brain is feeling the pressure. I let go of my feet and cover my ears, pressing in to calm my mind. The line crests the edge of the bed and starts across the flowered quilt. I throw myself off the bed. I watch the line turn toward me, slide off the bed, follow me into the corner of my room.
I want to go under the bed but I know it will follow me. I jump up on the bed, jump down, run into the closet and out again, the humming in my head is excruciatingly loud. The light is going to hurt me. I can’t escape it. It catches up with me, wraps around me, grips my body. I am paralyzed, I can’t scream. So I close my eyes and feel it come up my spine and creep into my brain. I watch it explode like the sun.
I drift off into my head. I have visions of the goatman, with his horrible hooves. He comes to kill me every night. They say it is a nightmare. But he is real. When he comes, I feel his fur.
I don’t come out of my room for days. I tell them I’m sick, and pull the blinds against the light. Even the glow of the moon is too piercing. The world outside presses in at the walls, trying to reach me, trying to eat me alive. I must stay here in bed, in the hollow of my sheets, trying to block the racing, maniac thoughts.
I turn over and burrow into the bed headfirst.

I have these crazy spells sometimes. Often. More and more. But I never tell. I laugh and pretend I am a real girl, not a fake one, a figment of my own imagination, a mistake. I never let on, or they will know that I am crazy for sure, and they will send me away.
This being the 1970s, the idea of a child with bipolar is unheard of, and it’s still controversial today. No psychiatrist would have diagnosed it then — they didn’t know it was possible. And so children with bipolar were seen as wild, troubled, out of control — but not in the grips of a serious illness.
My father is having one of his rages. He screams and sobs, lurching after me, trying to grab me and pick me up, keep me from going away with my mother, but I make myself small and hide behind her legs. We are trying to leave for my grandmother’s house. We are taking a train. I have a small plaid suitcase. I come around and stand suspended between my parents, looking back and forth at each one. My mother is calm and mean. The calmer she gets, the more I know she is angry and hates him. She hisses, Jay, for Christ’s sake, stop it. Stop it. You’re crazy, stop screaming, calm down, we’re leaving, you can’t stop us. My father is out of control, yelling, coming at my mother, grabbing at her clothes as she tries to move away from him. Don’t leave me, he cries out as if he’s being tortured, choking on his words, don’t leave me, I can’t live without you, you are the reason I even bother to stay alive, without you I’m nothing. His face is twisted and red and wet from tears. He throws himself on the floor and curls up and cries and screams. I go over to him and pat him on the head. He grabs me and clutches me in his arms and I get scared and try to push away from him but I’m not strong enough. I finally get free and he stands up again, and I stand between them, my head at hip level, trying to push them apart. He kneels and grabs my arms, Baby, I love you, do you love me? Say you love me — and I pat his wet cheeks and say I love him, wanting to get away from him and his rages and black sadness and his lying-on-the-couch-crying days when I get home from preschool, and his sucking need, and I close my eyes and scream at the top of my lungs and tell them both to stop it.
My father calms down and takes us to the train station, but halfway there he starts up again and we nearly crash the car. We leave him standing on the platform, sobbing.
“Why does he get like that?” I ask my mother. I sit in the window seat swinging my legs, watching the trees go by, listening to the clatter of the wheels. I look at my mother. She stares straight ahead.
“I don’t know,” she says. I picture my father back at home, walking through the empty house to the couch, lying down on his side, staring out the window like he does some afternoons, even though I tell him over and over I love him. Over and over, I tell him I love him and that everything will be okay. He never believes me. I can never make him well. crazy is nothing out of the ordinary in my family. It’s what we are, part of the family identity, sort of a running joke — the crazy things somebody did, the great-grandfather who took off with the circus from time to time, the uncle who painted the horse, Uncle Frank in general, my father, me. In the 1970s, psychiatry knows very little about bipolar disorder. It wasn’t even called that until the 1980s, and the term didn’t catch on for another several years. Most people with bipolar were misdiagnosed with schizophrenia in the 1970s (in the 1990s, most bipolar people were misdiagnosed with unipolar depression).We didn’t talk about “mental illness.” The adults knew Uncle Joe had manic depression, but they didn’t mind or worry about it — just one more funny thing about us all, a little bit of crazy, fodder for a good story.
This is my favorite one: Uncle Joe used to spend a fair amount of time in the loony bin. My family wasn’t bothered by his regular trips to and from “the facility” — they’d shrug and say, There goes Joe, and they’d put him in the car and take him in. One day Uncle Frank (who everybody knows is crazy — my cousins and I hide from him under the bed at Christmas) was driving Uncle Joe to the crazy place. When they got there, Joe asked Frank to drop him off at the door while Frank went and parked the car. Frank didn’t think much of it, and dropped him off.
Joe went inside, smiled at the nurse, and said, “Hi. I’m Frank Hornbacher. I’m here to drop off Joe. He likes to park the car, so I let him do that. He’ll be right in.” The nurse nodded knowingly. The real Frank walked in. The nurse took his arm and guided him away, murmuring the way nurses always do, while Frank hollered in protest, insisting that he was Frank, not Joe. Joe, quite pleased with himself, gave Frank a wave and left.

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Table of Contents


Prologue: The Cut: November 5, 1994 1

Part I The Goatman: 1978 11 What They Know: 1979 14 Depression: 1981 19 Prayer: 1983 20 Food: 1984 22 The Booze under the Stove: 1985 23 Meltdown: 1988 26 Escapes: Michigan, 1989 35 Minneapolis: 1990 37 California: 1990 39 Minneapolis: 1991 41 Washington, D.C.: 1992 44 1993 45 1994 45 Full Onset: 1995 47

Part II The New Life: 1996 53 The Diagnosis: April 1997 59 The Break: July 1997, Nine A.M. 71 Unit 47: Same Day 73 Tour: January 1998 82 Hypomania: July 1998 88 Jeremy: Later That Summer 93 Therapy: 1999 106 Losing It: Winter 1999 112 Crazy Sean: June 2000 114 Oregon: August 2000 121 Day Treatment: Late August 2000 133 Attic, Basement: Fall 2000 141 Valentine’s Day: 2001 149 Coming to Life: Summer 2001 152 Jeff: Fall 2001 155 The Good Life: Summer 2002 159 The Magazine: November 2002 163 Fall 2003 168

Part III The Missing Years 175 Hospitalization #1: January 2004 175 Hospitalization #2: April 2004 181 Hospitalization #3: July 2004 186 Hospitalization #4: October 2004 189 Hospitalization #5: January 2005 192 Hospitalization #6: April 2005 196 Hospitalization #7: July 2005 202 Release: August 2005 207

Part IV Fall 2006 221 Winter 2006 242 Spring 2007 248 Summer 2007 258 Epilogue 273 Bipolar Facts 281 my bipolar facts 284 Useful Websites 285 Useful Contacts 291 Research Resources 293 Bibliography 294 Acknowledgments

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  • Posted December 3, 2008

    Could not put down!

    I do not read a whole lot. I randomly grabbed this book off the shelf while waiting for my friends to get done at the store. I read a page or two in the middle, sat down, kept reading, then ran off and had to buy it and spent the rest of my weekend visiting my friends in Arizona, reading this book. <BR/>This woman's journey is encredible. It will give you insight to what those "crazy" people are going through that you run into in life. Sometimes, perhaps those people that we think are angry, rude, scary, neurotic...perhaps they really are still normal people inside and we could be more understanding to what some people are going through.<BR/>Excellent book!!

    9 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 1, 2010

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    The best look into Bipolar life I've read yet

    As a bipolar patient myself, the author expresses the horror of what it is sometimes like in our minds. It was great for me to read that I am not the only person who feels like this, and I would encourage others to read this book who want a true picture of how graphic a bipolar life can be. However, I don't think I would want my mother to read this book. I wouldn't want her to see how much I suffer.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 24, 2008

    Dramatic yes...

    I read Marya Hornbacher's first book Wasted and was blown away by her honesty and willness to share her self-inflecting suffering with readers. But her second book has made me look differently at this writer. I too struggle to cope with Bi-polar disorder. Her 'suffering' might appear to be illness to the 'well' but to those who share in her fight to remain amoungest the sane i find her selfish in her self destructive behavior!!! Her book might be a true relflection of the innervoice of the disease, but those of us who are truly fighting are not struggling to stay out of a mental hospital 6 times a year!!! This is a completely exagerated depiction of what the average person struggling with a mood dissorder deals with. My only fear is that people will take her book as the truth of the many mentally ill and not the exagerated story of one sick woman.

    5 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 21, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Madness

    An excellent view into the workings of the thoughts and emotions
    of someone suffering from BiPolar Disorder.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 17, 2009

    more from this reviewer

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    A Great Author and Non-Fiction Research Writer

    After reading WASTED by Marya Hornbacher a touching memoir of her early struggles with anorexia and bulimia, Marya became one of my most favorite non-fiction authors. As someone who has struggled with a rare form of bulimia for four years (purging through over-exercising rather than throwing up), anorexia for three years and poor body image for an entire lifetime, I found her memoir to be enlightening and profound. Immediately I purchased MADNESS, read most of it before unfortunately leaving it on a plane, then bought it once again beacuse I absoutely HAD to know what became of Mayra. Through her detailed account of her life with a rare and most dangerous form of Bi-polar disorder, the reader really feels for Marya and comes to know her as a friend and worries about her as do her own friends and family members. What I love most about Marya Hornbacher's writing is that she writes about her own real life experiences and combines this insight with tons of reasearch from articles, books and professionals. Her stories, struggles and words can speak for themeselves as far as interest and literary merit, but if you are a person living with any of the conditions she is writing about, her books are more than just memoirs, they have based on facts, studies and thorough investigation.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2011

    This gives humor to cruddy bipolar!

    Having bipolar can really stink at times. After denying my diagnosis for years and flying into mania for 2 years, I finally took hold of my illness and started learning more about it.

    At first this book was making me kind of manic. I slowed down my reading to keep the mania at bay. Marya's experiences made mine look tame! I really had fun laughing at her candidness. Reading about her psych ward visits made me look back and laugh at my own. Only someone who has been where she's been can see the utter hilarity of the situation...the hospital gowns....the really weird patients who make you feel normal....the looking-forward-to-lukewarm-decaf-coffee attitude that gets you through the day. It's not too funny at the time, but it sure is funny once you are home!!

    This is a good read for those with bipolar. I am letting my family know that they should all read this book, too. They will see that they are not the only family that needs to deal with a loved one's mental illness.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2014

    Resad Read in one day

    Thankful i am healthy after that read it was good

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  • Posted June 6, 2014

    WOW

    Eye opening

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2014

    Awes Amazing

    This book was amazing i couldnt put it down too intereting...now just wish they would put some of her othe books on my nook.

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  • Posted May 20, 2014

    An AMAZING MUST read

    I have recommended this book to many family members & friends. The author opens up her life for the world to see what she has been through in her life with Bipolar. She is a professional who was able to accomplish the things she wanted. This book tremendously, positively impacted my life on a personal level.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2014

    This book is amazing

    Ive had bi polar for a while but am finally trying to educate myself on it and stumbled across this book Very enlightening and easy to read with a gentle sense of humor. Highly recommend it to anyone and i loaned it to my boss.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2014

    Xavier

    Yeah, thought so. e.e *sigh* Eh, tell your sister l said hi. Nice talking to ye'. *poofs*

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2014

    Miku

    Okay, i will, bye.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2013

    Extraordinary.

    I have suffered with bipolar disorder for many years and have struggled to obtain a book for others to read...in hopes that it would fully describe my illness. I have finally found it. In Madness, Marya uses her unique experiences to perfectly describe the bipolar life. She shares incredibly personal moments, makes many confessions and keeps you wanting more. There is no one else, in my mind, more deserving to represent us...in both our struggles and strength. I suggest this beautiful memoir to anyone who is confused or curious as to what a bipolar life entails, especially when madness comes knocking at the door. Marvelous, Marya. I adore her and you will too.

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  • Posted June 24, 2012

    Thank you. When I say that's all my racing brain can come up wit

    Thank you. When I say that's all my racing brain can come up with right now, I know you understand how fast my mind is going. So, thank you for understanding why I stood in Wal-Mart yesterday, yelling about the 50 Shades of Grey books while everyone just stared at me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2012

    Don't know=Afraid

    MaDneSs. mAdNesS. mADnESs. MAdnEss. mAdNEsS. ASURA.

    0 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 26, 2011

    WOW

    This is a great book !

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  • Posted December 20, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    Madness-An autobiography of someone dealing with bipoloar disease

    I got this book to do an APA paper on for my psychology class. It gives alot of information on the disease and the treatment plans that helped her to overcome this.

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  • Posted November 21, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    A Bipolar Woman Reveals Herself

    Maya Hornbacher sheds light on the nature of bipolar and its many negative characteristics, which accompany her through her turbulent trials and errors. She explains her eating disorder, alcoholism, cutting, and many hospitalizations with such detail that you start wonder if bipolar disorder is just an added issue or propelling force of these struggles. Nonetheless, the writing is impeccable, if not a little self-indulgent. A very interesting read and great inight into the craziness of bipolar.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 8, 2009

    Bi-Polar Illness Revealed

    This is a book that really tells it like it is, when dealing with Bi-Polar illness. 25 years in the mental health field, and I can tell this was truly written from first hand experience. It is not a fun read, but gives a first person account of how hard it is to diagnose, treat and live with this disease. God bless this lady, for coming forward, and illuminating our lives as to the hell, she had to live through to get to this point.

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