“It was a relief to discover that aiming for a balanced life doesn’t mean succumbing to a boring one,” she writes with conviction.įorney’s story should resonate with those grappling with similar issues, while her artistry should appeal to a wide readership. She directly confronts the challenge facing anyone trying to monitor and assess her own mental state: “How could I keep track of my mind, with my own mind?” Not only does her conversational intimacy draw readers in, but her drawings perfectly capture the exhilarating frenzy of mania and the dark void of depression. Forney chronicles her years of therapy, her research into the literature of depression and her trial-and-error experiences with medication-and cocktails of medication-searching for the combination where the benefits outweighed the side effects. “During a manic episode, depression seems entirely impossible,” she writes, but depression often made it impossible for her to imagine feeling so good or feeling much of anything beyond a benumbed dread. “Meds would bring me down!” Taking pride in her membership in “Club van Gogh (The true artist is a crazy artist),” she subsequently suffered from periods of depression that brought her down far lower than medication even could. “I don’t want balance, I want brilliance!” she exclaims during one of her manic phases. Since the connection between artistry and mental instability has been well-documented, plenty of those diagnosed with bipolar disorder share the fears articulated in this unflinchingly honest memoir by Forney ( I Love Led Zeppelin, 2006, etc.). For anyone who loves graphic memoir or has concerns about bipolar swings, creativity and medication, this narrative will prove as engaging and informative as it is inspirational.

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