During my first manic episode, in 2017, I became obsessed with garbage. I saw beauty and purpose where no one else did. This picture shows the start of the compost pile I would later use to create a garbage dinner for my family, shortly before I was hospitalized and diagnosed with bipolar 1. I wrote about this “feast” in the prologue of my book, Crazy: Memoir of a Mom Gone Mad. Read or listen by clicking one of the buttons below.
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