“Possible, impossible. What could be done? We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?”

“We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?”

“How were we to know we were happy?”

“A long time ago I realized that, as psychiatrists, we had to have a healthy respect for our own humanness, and our own smallness in the face of what we were dealing with. If a person got better, we could appreciate that we had done a good job, but we also needed to realize that God – or luck – was on our side. If the person got worse and had to go to a state hospital, we had to keep ourselves from feeling that we hadn’t done enough. For the truth is, we were powerless in so many of these situations. We did what we could, but sometimes the illness was just bigger than we were.”

“Sorry no one could see how beautifully happy we were.”

“had no excuses for the things that we'd done, we were brave, we crazy, we were mostly young.”