Falling Into the Fire: A Psychiatrist's Encounters with the Mind in Crisis
Christine Montrossamazon.com
Falling Into the Fire: A Psychiatrist's Encounters with the Mind in Crisis
The essay ends in a kind of dream—with the image of a plush red curtain clasped and crushed in grief. And we’re happy to follow Woolf there, in part, because of that dash in her opening sentence, which denotes a passage from the dream-fugue of sickness, depression, and undirected reading into the dirigible madness of writing.
The kind of madness I had was different. It was quiet, and very, very dangerous. It was a madness designed to keep me sane.