Writing Take Me Back was a personal triumph, but it never would have happened without the support of so many people. I was buoyed by the steadfast love of friends who put up with some pretty peculiar behavior until I really began to heal. Susan McClanahan and Martin Tandler phoned me on an almost daily basis to check up on me. Marva Ellis and Rose Austria guided me through the maze of domestic demands that seemed so overwhelming. Rob McQuilkin, my brilliant agent, treated the manuscript with attentive respect. Dr. Baruch Fishman armed me with specific exercises to chase away the demons. Ruona Bertaccini, my remedial cognitive therapist, worked with me for over a year to nudge my brain back into operation. Once the book was written, Carole Baron, Jamie Raab and Lydia Weaver legitimized its quality and made me feel like a writer again. And how can I ever thank Dr. Richard Friedman? He literally saved my life on several occasions when I simply could not face one more minute of hell. He insisted through it all that we would find a combination of medications that would work for me, and we did. My children, Ben and Sarah, and my husband, Barry, surrounded me with patient love always and never alerted me to their fears that I might never recover.