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Nothing Was the Same

Kay Redfield Jamison

A memoir by a renowned psychologist exploring grief, love, and mental illness following the death of her husband Richard Wyatt. Written in lyrical, introspective prose that interweaves personal narrative with reflection on loss and resilience.

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What this book knows

Grief, when love has been forged through mental illness, becomes the fullest proof of what was real between two people.

Sex: Present
Work: Present
Learning: Present
Religion: Present

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grief

Richard's death stirred up such a darkness in me that I was forced to examine those things depression and grief hold in common and those they do not.
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I gave away my entire classical musical collection. I did not want to have access to such pain.
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It was not that I didn't want to go on without him. I did. It was just that I didn't know why I wanted to go on. It would have to be an act of faith.
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intimacy

When I came into a room, after even a short absence, he held on to me in a way I had not known him to do before. Just to feel. To sense. To draw upon.
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For good cause, I had lived alone rather than have to deal with someone else's reactions to it. At times there was no facile way to handle the realities of my disease.
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self-and-identity

Madness taught me otherwise. I had to learn to live with a brain that demanded more coddling than I would have liked and, because of this, I avoided love.
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