Remembering the things that my sister did when she was manic is very hard now, but some things are so strange that they are hard to forget. When I took this picture, my sister had just left the house and was about to walk down the street with her guitar and her ripped up nightgown and jacket.

She could not even play her guitar, and as she sang in her loud, angry voice, she was not someone who most people would want to listen to. Yet my sister truly believed that she was great, and that everyone wanted to hear her sing. But before she walked away, I asked my sister to stop so I could take a picture. She posed and grinned as the shutter snapped. I can still see it now. At that moment...I think I caught a little bit of the fear in my sister's eyes.