NonFiction Memoir 1st POV - comedic

Becky London

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Fluent English, professional home studio

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

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Now come back with me to when I was first told that I was an alcoholic, which greatly relieved me by the way because I knew something was the matter with me. So I thought great. That's it. That's what I've been struggling with and enjoying all this time. Fantastic. But what they further do to, I think soften the blow of this arguably awkward new way of looking at yourself. They enumerate a number of other famous and accomplished folks who have also struggled with and enjoyed alcoholism. There was Scott Fitzgerald Mel Gibson, Dylan Thomas Ireland, Rush Limbaugh, Lindsay, Lohan, Russia and George W Bush. I think their point is don't feel bad. You're joining an illustrious group. Great people have been alcoholics. Oh, be one. It's fun. Now, I don't think they're implying you could be great, but those people weren't exactly losers except probably to some members of their families and all of their constituents. So relax and join the great drunks who stagger the earth before you. So when I was told I was a manic depressive, there was a whole new list waiting for me. There was Abraham Lincoln who wrote the Gettysburg address in four hours. Now. That's pretty manic Winston Churchill who called his depressed mood, the black dog, Korea Christy mcnichol and Sir Isaac Newton, who I think would have made an adorable couple Mark Twain, Saint Francis, Saint Teresa, Jonathan winters. Poor Britney Spears and George W Bush. Well, naturally after this list, I felt invigorated, but then that is part of my diagnosis. So to celebrate my newfound ascent into the lofty heights of this noble group, I thought I would inaugurate a bipolar Pride Day, you know, with floats and parades and stuff on the floats, we would get the depressives and they wouldn't even have to leave their beds. We'd just roll their beds out of their houses and they could continue staring off miserably into space. And then for the manics, we'd have the manic marching band with manics, laughing and talking and shopping and ******* and making bad judgment calls. Of course, all this is still in the early planning stages and knowing manic, it probably always will be. But the point is we have a plan and that's what counts because when you're manic, every urge is like an edict from the Vatican. No plan is a bad one because if you're there and you're doing it, it can't be bad. It's like a bank error in your favor. Mania is in effect liquid confidence. When the tide comes in, it's all good. But when the tide goes out, the mood that cannot and should not be named, comes over you and into you because to name it would be an act of summoning, losing your mind is a frightening thing, especially if you have a lot to lose. But once it's lost, it's fine. No big deal. There could be a light shining out of your head. It's sort of like glowing in your own dark.