
- Psychiatric Times Vol 28 No 12
- Volume 28
- Issue 12
Meditation on Manic-Depressive Illness
But I still have bottles of pretty pills . . . I throw like life rafts to keep them afloat . . .in choppy seas, me passing my doctor-days
Manic-depressive made sense to me.
Manic! I loved it! And I understood
depressive, too: downcast, dull,
dun-colored, dung. Then a committee
changed the name and we mushed
by dog sled to Bipolar-land with its
frozen North and torrid South, antipodes
of our moods. And with global warming,
glaciers melt like our diagnoses,
all the old Borderlines and angry
adolescents melted down to Bipolar
slush. But I still have bottles of pretty pills
I throw like life rafts to keep them afloat
in choppy seas, me passing my doctor-days
dreaming I could be like an Arctic scientist
with a tool to core out samples from
every patient’s heart and measure each time
they froze, the heat when they thawed.
Articles in this issue
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In Memoriam: Daniel W. Shuman, JD: A Gift for Collaborationalmost 14 years ago
Empty Words in Psychiatric Records: Where Has Clinical Narrative Gone?almost 14 years ago
The Debate Over DSM-5: We Invite Your Viewsalmost 14 years ago
Brother Dogalmost 14 years ago
A Synapse Darkly: Psychiatry at a Critical Juncturealmost 14 years ago
Sexual Minority Identity Developmentalmost 14 years ago
Happy 70th Birthday, Dadalmost 14 years ago
Welcome to Our Editorial Board!almost 14 years ago
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