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Cheney, a former L.A. entertainment lawyer, pointedly dispels expectations of a "safe ride" through this turbulent account of bipolar disorder. With evocative imagery-time-shuffled recollections meant to mirror her disorienting extremes of mood-Cheney conjures life at the mercy of a brain chemistry that yanks her from "soul-starving" despair to raucous exuberance, impetuous pursuits to paralyzing lethargy. Caught in a riptide of febrile impulse, she caroms from seductions to suicide attempts while flirting recklessly with men, danger and death, only to find more hazards in the drastic side effects of treatment. More than a train-wreck tearjerker, the memoir draws strength from salient observations that expose the frustrations of bipolar disorder, from its brutal sabotage of romance and friendship to the challenge it poses to the simplest emotions, such as "the terrors of being happy" that augur mania's onset. Though she sustains an ominous mood and relays horrifying incidents with icy candor, Cheney lightens up at times, as when she marvels at the ease of masking her condition at an office that brings out everyone's manic side. But the narrative hopscotch frustrates readers' need for grounding and context that might clear up Cheney's muddled history and satisfy readers' urge to learn the fallout of her impulse-driven episodes. Her startlingly lucid descriptions of illness merit a more concise chronology. (Feb.)
Copyright 2007 Reed Business InformationChapter One
I didn't tell anyone that I was going to Santa Fe to kill myself. I figured that was more information than people needed, plus it might interfere with my travel plans if anyone found out the truth. People always mean well, but they don't understand that when you're seriously depressed, suicidal ideation can be the only thing that keeps you alive. Just knowing there's an out—even if it's bloody, even if it's permanent—makes the pain almost bearable for one more day.
Five months had passed since my father's death from lung cancer, and the world was not a fit place to live in. As long as Daddy was still alive, it made sense to get up every morning, depressed or not. There was a war on. But the day I gave the order to titrate his morphine to a lethal dose, the fight lost all meaning for me.
So I wanted to die. I saw nothing odd about this desire, even though I was only thirty-eight years old. It seemed like a perfectly natural response, under the circumstances. I was bone-tired, terminally weary, and death sounded like a vacation to me, a holiday. A somewhere else, which is all I really wanted.
When I was offered the chance to leave L.A. to take an extended trip by myself to Santa Fe, I was ecstatic. I leased a charming little hacienda just off Canyon Road, the artsiest part of town, bursting with galleries, jazz clubs, and eccentric, cat-ridden bookstore/cafés. It was a good place to live, especially in December, when the snow fell thick and deep on the cobblestones, muffling the street noise so thoroughly that the city seemed to dance its own soft-shoe.
There was anexceptional amount of snowfall that particular December. Everything seemed a study in contrast: the fierce round desert sun, blazing while I shivered; blue-white snow shadows against thick red adobe walls; and always, everywhere I looked, the sagging spine of the old city pressing up against the sleek curves of the new. But the most striking contrast by far was me: thrilled to tears simply to be alive in such surroundings, and determined as ever to die.
I never felt so bipolar in my life.
The mania came at me in four-day spurts. Four days of not eating, not sleeping, barely sitting in one place for more than a few minutes at a time. Four days of constant shopping—and Canyon Road is all about commerce, however artsy its facade. And four days of indiscriminate, nonstop talking: first to everyone I knew on the West Coast, then to anyone still awake on the East Coast, then to Santa Fe itself, whoever would listen. The truth was, I didn't just need to talk. I was afraid to be alone. There were things hovering in the air around me that didn't want to be remembered: the expression on my father's face when I told him it was stage IV cancer, already metastasized; the bewildered look in his eyes when I couldn't take away the pain; and the way those eyes kept watching me at the end, trailing my every move, fixed on me, begging for the comfort I wasn't able to give. I never thought I could be haunted by anything so familiar, so beloved, as my father's eyes.
Mostly, however, I talked to men. Canyon Road has a number of extremely lively, extremely friendly bars and clubs, all of which were within walking distance of my hacienda. It wasn't hard for a redhead with a ready smile and a feverish glow in her eyes to strike up a conversation and then continue that conversation well into the early-morning hours, at his place or mine. The only word I couldn't seem to say was "no." I ease my conscience by reminding myself that manic sex isn't really intercourse. It's discourse, just another way to ease the insatiable need for contact and communication. In place of words, I simply spoke with my skin.
I had long since decided that Christmas Eve would be my last day on this earth. I chose Christmas Eve precisely because it had meaning and beauty—nowhere more so than in Santa Fe, with its enchanting festival of the farolitos. Every Christmas Eve, carolers come from all over the world to stroll the lantern-lit streets until dawn. All doors are open to them, and the air is pungent with the smell of warm cider and piñon.
I wanted to die at such a moment, when the world was at its best, when I could offer up my heart to God and say, thank you, truly, for all of it. It's not that I'm ungrateful. It's just that I'm not capable anymore of the joy a night like this deserves. Joy is blasphemy now that Daddy's dead; your world is simply wasted on me. And that, I think, is reason enough to die.
This unwritten prayer was the only suicide note I intended to leave.
Christmas Eve dawned bright and cold, with snow in the forecast for early that afternoon. I was on the fourth day of my latest manic spree, which meant my mind was speeding so fast I had to make shorthand lists to keep up with it. I'd already carefully laid out what I was going to wear as my farewell attire: a long black cashmere dress—not to be macabre, but because cashmere would never wrinkle and black would hide any unexpected blood or vomit. I'd also laid out all the pills I'd saved up over the past year, including all the heavy-duty cancer meds my father had never lived long enough to take. They were neatly arranged in probable order of lethality, and grouped into manageable mouthfuls, approximately ten pills per swallow. Counting them one last time, I realized I had well over three hundred assorted tablets and capsules, which meant an awful lot of swallows. What I didn't have was sufficient tequila to wash them all down. Water wasn't an option. I needed the interaction.
ManicAnonymous
Posted January 11, 2010
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Memoirs are always an easier way to undertand mental illness. It gives you someone's reality as opposed to text book labels and diagnoses. This is both helpful for those who suffer from bipolar but would also be very helpful for family and friends.
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Posted May 20, 2009
Terri Cheney writes brilliantly and with frank detail. Her intimate struggle with Manic Depression is enlightening and moving. If you truly want to know what this disorder is like, just read Manic. I definitely recommend it, even if it is not always for the faint-of-heart. Great descriptions, wonderful style, and charming personality. I can't wait for more from this author.
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.Very accurate portrayal of bipolar disorder.
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.I initially read this for a school project. I didnt really know much about mnic depression but this book really kept me interested. i would recommend this book to anyone but be prepared for an impacting story. This is an eye opening book and a pretty fast read for anyone who wants to learn something new while also enjoying a good read.
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Posted October 30, 2011
Cheney writes with illuminating prose that is lucid and riviting. I reccommend this book for anyone with Bipolar disorder or people close to those with the illness. I was refreshed to finally find a book with which I could identify unlike any before.
Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.While walking into Barnes and Noble three days ago, author Terri Cheney's book The Dark Side of Innocence caught my eye. After sitting in the store reading intently for two days, I finished that one and quickly found Manic. Again, I spent the last part of that day and the next day reading Manic just as intently.
Manic, unlike Dark Side which is written chronologically, is written episodically. It jumps around to different years, different episodes of depression, hypermania, and manic. But it was very easy for me to follow along.
Terri Cheney's book is so heartbreaking, eye opening, and all around enlightening to the mental illness of bipolar. Having a ten year old sister who was recently diagnosed with bipolar, I have been trying to learn everything I can so I can help her when she needs me most.
I recommend this book to anyone who is interested in bipolar for education reason, but especially for anyone who is bipolar or knows someone intimately who has bipolar.
Anonymous
Posted December 9, 2010
Excellent reading :)
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Posted December 2, 2010
Terri Cheney is a beautiful writer who talks about Bipolar like it is. I myself have Bipolar and I could not describe it better myself. Cheney does a remarkable job showing the reader, not just telling. She also has a way of making certain situations funny. I especially liked the part where she talks about giving her secretary a standing order to make sure there is nothing that would remind her of death- like dead flowers. I would definitely recommend this compelling memoir! I couldn't put it down!
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Posted May 24, 2010
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Sometimes you just never know what a person is going through until you walk a mile in another person's shoes. This is one of those walks. From start to finish, this book is more than a roller coaster, it is an eye opening look into the world of someone struggling with this disease. I can only pray that others, who are faced with this affliction and their families find strength in the words.
I also recommend "When God Stopped Keeping Score." I thought that the book was just about forgiveness, I soon learned, it was about so much more. Having read it, I feel like a better person. Maybe because this book spoke to me and not down to me. I have read a lot of books that was written like I didn't know anything. What the author of "When God Stopped Keeping Score" does is talk to you like a friend. I needed that.
Anonymous
Posted May 6, 2010
This book isn't written like a typical book. Its out of order and not based around dates and times and events. I see how that bothers some, but I myself am also manic-depressive and found Manic to be very identifiable. It didn't matter what happened in what order. It was very nice to read for once, how it actually feels to be bipolar as opposed to scientific/psychologocal definitions. While my own manic-depression is not quite to the same extremes as the author's, the feelings of highs and lows are the same.
Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.This book was a roller coaster ride from start to finish. It's one thing to read about bi-polar disorder, but to learn about it from someone living with the "disease" is quite another. I was absorbed by this book and Terri's stories. She really helped me to understand what coping with bi-polar disorder is like, and I HIGHLY SUGGEST that anyone who has a friend, family-member, etc. that is bi-polar READ THIS IMMEDIATELY! Education is enlightenment, after all.
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Posted August 15, 2009
The book was very disorganized as is someones mind with this debiliatating disease. I found each chapter somewhat interesting, but flat.
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Posted June 13, 2009
It helps you to understand some of the thought processes that lead to problems for the manic person and those around them. Very informative.
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Posted May 17, 2009
This extremely honest memoir provides an inside look to those suffering with bi-polar disorder. It is very informational as well as a good story.
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Posted May 11, 2009
I found this book to be an enlightening "look inside" the bipolar thought process. We have a bipolar thirty-year old son, and this book gave me some incredible insight into WHY he does some of the stuff he does. I'm very appreciative of the author's willingness to share her story - it's like getting a glimpse of where our son "is".
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Posted April 4, 2009
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In MANIC, Terry Cheney grips readers by the elbow and drags them along on her wild, desperate journey. The book opens with a trip to Santa Fe where she's set on killing herself, set on jumping off the roller coaster of depression and mania. It's Christmas Eve, the first Christmas since her father's death. Her planned suicide is thwarted by a rape, of which she pieces together in disturbing broad strokes the morning after. From this opening scene, she's got the reader hooked.
In part, what makes this a fascinating read is that Cheney is well-educated (Vassar); she's a successful attorney in Southern California and she knows the stigma of mental illness in the firm can greatly damage one's career. The book shows with brutal honesty that bi-polar disorder is non-discriminating, think of it like diabetes, one may be predisposed or simply find they've been given a "bad" hand. It paved the path, in Cheney's case, from successful lawyer to Federal disability.
Each chapter finishes with an epiphany (sometimes too tidy) which gives the reader a hope (often false hope). Cheney, in places, writes with detachment--as though keeping some distance from the subject she's writing about is needed to keep from truly reliving it.
Much of her behavior is so familiar that one, whether suffering from bi-polar, alcoholism, or an eating disorder, will truly relate to. For instance, she talks about when she's in a hypomanic stage on her way to mania, she will hide behind unanswered phones and declined invitations. She was unwilling to be seen, in one case by Alex, her boyfriend, as anything other than "perfect." Sadly, who among us can't understand that fear that if we're seen for who we truly are, then others will look for the quickest exit?
Cheney describes her electroshock shock therapy experience with such detachment that it feels like she's reading off a list. A beating in jail will have the reader wincing and yet unable to look away.
I applaud Terry Cheney for her honest portrayal of her struggles and triumphs in learning to accept and live with bi-polar.
Marie Etienne
CONFESSIONS OF A BI-POLAR MARDI GRAS QUEEN
the time sequences of this book are jumbled up, so you have to KEEP UP!!
I love reading a MEMOIR.....this one is sad, but most likely a real description of her life as she remembers it.
Anonymous
Posted September 21, 2008
Manic takes its readers on a journey through the treacherous bouts of mania and the bleak depths of depression. Terri Cheney is a prime example of how mental illness and tragedy can afflict even the brightest, most educated, wealthy and above all pristine looking individuals. As a powerful and respected entertainment lawyer, she represented high profile clients and mingled with A-list celebrities, all while keeping up the illusion of normalcy. For most people, there is no such thing as too much happiness. However, for Cheney, surges of happiness tend to foreshadow danger because they signify a descent into mania. The manic episodes become charged by bursts of unlimited energy which spurn sexual impropriety and complete lack of self control. Her portrayal of her experience with depression reveals her vulnerability and loneliness, leading to a number of suicide attempts, both spontaneous and planned. There is no chronological order to the book, as Cheney explains, because ¿life for me is not defined by time, but by mood¿. While this disjointed style takes some getting used to, it is also effective in mirroring the chaotic nature of manic depression, just as Cheney had wanted. Cheney¿s writing style is personal and inviting, as though she is recounting her tragic tales to a close friend. Many events in her life are quite shocking and the vivid descriptions of her suffering are sometimes hard to digest. Nonetheless, these stories are an important part of her past and a reality of those who must cope with manic depression. They remind us of how fragile human beings can be and that appearances are not always as they seem. Cheney¿s pain is clearly manifested throughout the novel but the humor intertwined in her narration shows a sense of acceptance and maturity. Her ability to look back upon the most excruciating years in her life with insight and understanding is remarkable. Terri Cheney should be applauded for her courage to open up to the world about her struggle with bipolar disorder. I know I am grateful to her for letting me in.
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Posted June 24, 2008
Some reviewers have offered a complaint about the bumpy road they navigated within this narrative. One or two lamented that it wasn't what they expected. I'm guessing that this life was not what Ms. Cheney expected. She might have a couple of complaints of her own. I offer her my gratitude for sharing her story. On a less biographical and more literary note, the author forewarns readers of the format and explains the reasoning, and she is generous to do so. Using form to reflect meaning is a very basic literary technique. Poetry is a fine example. For readers complaining of the chosen format, I, as a bipolar person, affirm that she has selected an excellent method of communicating her experience. Chaos is not a story, it's a collection. Bipolar life is a life of disruption: brilliant fascinations, burnt bridges, dramatic success, crushing failure, loneliness, and stunningly beautiful interpersonal connection. Thank God for the creativity that allowed the writing of this work. Thank you, Ms. Cheney, for a tool that I can use.
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Posted June 12, 2008
This book was interesting at times, but I still had so many questions about the author's condition at the end of the book. She didn't talk much about her experiences, just went on and on about how she felt. The story was VERY repetitive and not at all entertaining. I don't think I learned a thing or gained any insight from her memoir.
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Overview
On the surface, Terri Cheney was a highly successful, attractive lawyer. But behind her great job, great looks, and enviable love life lay a secret--she had been struggling with debilitating manic depression for years. From Cheney's multiple suicide attempts, near-death experiences, nights in jail, sexual exploits, broken jobs and friendships, to her life-saving electroshock treatment, MANIC is her story--an insider's view of manic depression, and the roller-coaster-ride tale of a life lived in extremes. One minute the author is crouched beneath her desk in her Beverly Hills law firm, paralyzed by depression; the next she is flying kites off the edge of a cliff in Big Sur, in a violent thunderstorm. One minute she's