Journey to Planet Gallifrey

I got my mom to buy me “Welcome to the Jungle: Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Bipolar but Were Too Afraid to Ask” and it’s fabulous already.

Hilary Smith is hilarious and brings a different kind of light to Bipolar Disorder. This book is not like reading a textbook, or something that some sterile doctor wrote. It’s a book, mainly aimed at teens, but I’m enjoying it at 21, that explains Bipolar Disorder in an amusing fashion. 

For example, there’s a chart in here that I just read that helps to explain the moods. (After she explains what “hyphy” and “ghost-riding” mean.):

MISTAH F.A.B.’s GUIDE TO THE DSM-IV

Hyphy: “Dude, Bro, let’s ghost-ride your car then put it on YouTube, Bro, ha ha ha. Babes will dig it. Wooooo!”
Hypomanic: “Dude, bro, stop the car, we’re going to ghost-ride the whip right-now. Yeah, yeah, stop the car. We need to do it right now right now right now right now, ha ha ha!”
Manic: “I am Mistah F.A.B. I’m the hyphiest motherfucking ghost-rider in West Oak. I’m gonna buy this Lexus with my credit card and ghost-ride that!”
Psychotic: “A tribe of angels is watching me ghost-ride the whip, and Satan is broadcasting the lyrics to Ghost-Ride It directly into my brain.”
Unhyphy: “Dude, I just wanna park somewhere and get a Slurpee.”
Depressed: “I haven’t gotten out of bed in a week because all I can think about is how horrible my life is compared to Mistah F.A.B.’s.”
Suicidal: “I’ve said goodbye to my family and friends and am actively seeking out people to roll their car over me as they dance on the roof.”

It’s all very goofy, but it’s effective.