In an excerpt from her book Terri writes,
Who knows what went wrong during that last [electroshock therapy] session? I personally think it was some strange gift from the gods. I emerged from that chaos a different person, with a different identity. No longer depressed but bipolar. The label mattered. It made sense of my erratic life. I had never understood how, for several months at a time I could function with such a high level of competence, only to be followed by equally long periods of hiding under my desk, under the covers, in the dark.
It took Cheney years to understand and accept that she had bipolar disorder. The electroshock therapy left her with some short term memory loss, but by the end of the book, on new medication she is as stable as she has been for twenty years.
Cheney's story is not that of a miraculous recovery, but rather a heartbreaking story of one woman's ongoing fight to live with bipolar illness. If you're interested in learning about the wild highs and devastating lows of manic depression, Cheney's frank memoir provides a unique insight.