I was the only daughter in a neighborhood of boys who thought it was cool to scare me. They cued up horror movies to the jump scare, called me over and hit “play” right as I walked in. I was terrified of demons, vampires and that alien from “Signs.” So the first time someone described my bipolar disorder as my “demons,” I flinched at what a terrible metaphor demonic possession is for mental illness.
For years, stories of demonic...
