Cartoonist Ellen Forney is completely forthcoming in her account of how she coped with getting diagnosed with bipolar disorder and accepting that she'd have to be on meds the rest of her life. Aside from her frustrations with her highs and lows and the drugs that often failed to smooth them out, the central thesis of Forney's graphic novel style memoir is her fear that medication will erase her artistic talent and identity.
After experiencing a dangerously low low, she decides that suicide would have a worse impact on her creativity than lithium and begins in greater earnest to find the right cocktail of medications.
You might think that the art of someone with manic depression would be all over the place, but I was impressed with how focused and clear Forney's comics are.