Author Archives: Jesse Liberty

New York City, 1989  I look at suicide out of the corner of my eye, too afraid to stare head on, helpless to look away.  I’m only 34 and not ready to die, but the depression is unrelenting. I’ve tried everything. I even tried a little acid, which turned out to be a pretty big […]

The following is an excerpt from Sex, Drugs and Bipolar and takes place at the Woodstock festival when Will is 14. At this point in the story he is tripping and has gone off for a walk. … A cute girl, probably about my age, with tight curly black hair and iridescent green eyes comes […]

[ The following is a brief excerpt from my book Sex, Drugs, and Bipolar. ] It turns out that I’m not as much of a run-away as I’d like to be. I always end up at my sister in law’s apartment in Brooklyn, or at my brother’s place at Harvard. Well, not actually at his […]

Aunt Shirley was a Red. That is, she was a Communist from childhood. She fully supported the Russian Revolution, and the Bolsheviks under Lenin. She went to see Trotsky talk when he was in New York.  “I was a good communist as a child. Then that crazy-man Stalin came along and it was all for […]

I was raped when I was ten. I spent much of the rest of my life self-destructing. Brooklyn, 1965 My parents will never let me go camping with guys older than me, who they don’t know and who I only know through my CB radio. But they made it sound so great: eating over a […]