Alan Garner is bipolar. He has a passage that spoke to me but also made me wonder.
I try never to be out of instant reach of a sympathetic mind. There is something of a joke in this. I am by nature a loner. I find my own company stimulating. I abhor cities, crowds and social gatherings. I sek the isolation of woods and hills. My work of necessary is isolate. Yet I try, when indoors especially, never to be out of reach of the safety that one human being, who need not be in the same room, secures.I know the feeling, the security that comes of having another person nearby (is one reason I live next door to my bro and wife.) But I have to wonder how solitary introverts *find* these congenial souls willing to share a life and house with them. (Especially bipolars who occasionally spend two years lying on a sofa responding to nothing but their children's touch.) Sheer damned luck, I suppose, possibly helped by being a famous author.