While it was somewhat informative in the ways I needed it to be, it was at the same time grating and depressing to read. It was very hard to swallow all the privileges Jamison had in helping her through her experiences with bipolar disorder, knowing what my father went through himself. He didn't have all the benefits of understanding family members who would clean up his messes, loads of doctor colleagues that supported him and gave him help, and medication that worked. I know this is her memoir, but as a means for understanding bipolar disorder, it's only so useful. Hers is such a specific experience and not one many people get to have, so while some aspects of it were eye-opening, it was not tremendously interesting.