So when I was 24, someone suggested to me that I was bipolar, and I thought that was ridiculous. I just thought he was trying to get out of treating me. But he was also responding to the chaotic nature of my life.
My mother's career was over at 40 but she was still trying to be everyone's buddy, always smiling for the cameras.
Now I say I'm a diarist with an explanation I'll get back to you on. Someday I may try and write in memoir form.