Everywhere I go, particularly when there's people who know me or recognize me, I get the warmest hugs and happiest sighs full of hope and full of relief.
I know what it's like to feel marginalized and defeated and humiliated by suffering from a mental illness.
There was imbalance with my first husband just by the given of our 29-year age difference and the difficulty of me being this unformed, enthusiastic young woman and he already completely in place being the leader of the country.
The problem with mental illness, as opposed to physical illness, is that it involves wrong thinking or impaired insight. You're not thinking correctly.
I have had quite the grand, interesting life.
I thought of 24 Sussex Drive as the crown jewel of the federal penitentiary system.
I can't be a rose in any man's lapel.
Mania is the most destructive of the forces. Everybody around you will tell you you're in trouble, and you can't hear what they are saying.
The label 'wife of the prime minister' is like a giant signboard pointing at my head from a Monty Python sketch. But I am not Mrs. Prime Minister. I'm a human being.
We don't help people mourn in our society.
Who am I - Canada's Rodney Dangerfield? I get no respect.
I was pregnant and nursing most of the years I was at 24 Sussex. I was ill-prepared and hardly even knew my husband, let alone how I was supposed to fit into this world that was very alien to me.
Our youth-oriented society does not have a clearly defined place for the older woman.
I prepared myself for my marriage to Pierre Trudeau, but I didn't prepare myself for marriage to the prime minister.
I don't think Pierre Trudeau knew how to be a husband. I couldn't stay in that marriage.
I think I devoted my life to Pierre Trudeau and our beautiful children.
I'd studied acting in New York when I left Pierre - that was the big thing that I did. I worked very hard at it, actually.
I remember, after my first postpartum depression, I didn't know what had happened to me. I was stuck in this gray depression where I just wanted to retreat and pull the covers over my head and weep. My mother and I, we went to a psychiatrist, and he just patted me on the head and told me I had baby blues, which was not helpful, obviously.
Do you know what prepares you for the mental hospital? Being a prime minister's wife.
I strongly believe that privacy is one of the biggest luxuries one can have in life - to have your own private world and not be invaded by the outside.
