The goal was to get sane, to get whole, to be complete enough to support someone else.
I never lie I am a blatantly truthful person about almost everything. My addiction (or disease as some call it) always lies. I have had very good relationships, but the addict in me always fucked the...
People don't know. We don't know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers who've left us is because we knew them so wel...
Dr. R scratches out a note on his pad.Losing you both was only the practice pain, wasn't it? For my mum and dad...He puts his finger on his lips, his elbow at his chest, not racked with cancer. Yes.An...
Men and the pursuit of them are strongly intertwined with my mental health. I would say, in my defensive defense, that the problem with being a serial monogamist is, there isn't anybody random or unim...
I think I've lost my faith and I can't stop writingbecause I don't know howmuch longer I can hold on.
Let me tell you something: when you dance, you are the greatest dancer who has ever lived. And when you sing, you will have the courage to raise your voice to the heavens, knowing that you may never g...
It is madness. And if you don't know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity. It's the same with self-loathing. You're pro...
Is it needy? It's not. We don't need each other. We just really, really enjoy each other. And we're good together. We're good people together. And I have the funniest feeling. I can really, truly touc...
In hindsight, I have no idea why he was ever with me. He thought highly of my breasts. And . . . that's it, I think.
I'm not crazy or dangerous,just a bit eccentric and lonely.
You want to know, but are afraid to ask, whether or not I found someone. If there could be anyone to fill that hole in my heart after I lost him. I did. Life is futile, says my new therapist, Michaela...
We're born alone and we die alone, but we get to travel with people along the way, and if you get lucky, you have a worthy consort.
Well. There is a psychiatric occurrence we see in men-not often women-where they put all their hopes and dreams onto one person, so intensely that at some point it trips a wire in the brain circuitry,...
Accepting the presidency, Barack introduces my best friend of sixteen years, the love of my life, Michelle Obama and I think I will pass out. That, right there, is love in action.
And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, If I kiss you, it's all over. And then he does. And then it is.
What people don't understand when you've already been a suicide and pulled through is that after the sadness comes fear: Where is my mind going with this? I don't want to die. I do not want to die. Wh...
Bad people very often do one good thing.
Funny. The blazer, skirt and tie become automatically sexy the minute you leave school when you're eighteen or nineteen and pull it out for fancy-dress parties. But whilst you're still there, stewing...
There is something deeply unsettling about a child crying insincerely.
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