An earlier autobiographical work about mania, psychiatric hospitalization, and the long road toward understanding oneself.
An excerpt
As I was lead to my room by my nurse I inventoried my surroundings. There were lots of other people in this place, some seemed very sad, and kept to themselves in their rooms. Others were energetic and friendly, chatting away about anything and everything. Still, others paced the hallways, gesturing, as if in conversations with unseen beings. They all looked like a fine bunch to me, and I am sure they were all registered voters!