Mental and physical abuse of writers

We authors are silly people sometimes. For people that discuss (in print) the nature of the human mind and condition. The complexities of multiverses, the nature of singularities and the complex interaction between humans wither romantic or dramatic. We explain histories and events in lurid detail, we make people laugh and cry, we make them feel, imagine, and think. We tell them of wonders, the mundane, and the comic, we surprise, amaze and confuse while educating or entertaining. We ruin our health and bodies by sitting hunched over day after day staring myopically at a monitor or down towards our dancing fingers; increasing our chances of bad backs sore eyes, focus problems and RSI's. Yet those are only the good points. We Are relentlessly playing with our own minds and perceptions leaving us wide open to schizophrenia and other mind altering problems. Becoming characters and switching between them instantly, their personalities and back stories, suddenly becoming our own mental friends. I do not find this a problem, do I Walter?, No you do not Ray but one day you may. "Bill Bryson" was once asked "what do you do as an older author"?

"I don't know" he replied, "we all either drink ourselves to death or blow our brains out".

Luckily I have no immediate plans to do either.