My sadness is beautiful. It infuses everything I do. It is at the core of my identity and always has been, just as happiness is in some people. I refuse to be told that it's a flaw. I will not mute it...
St. Andrews provided a gentle forgetfulness over the preceding painful years of my life. It remains a haunting and lovely time to me, a marrow experience. For one who during her undergraduate years wa...
The smile of the morning doesn't judge the day.
If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?
Many people suffer alone and in silence because they are scared or ashamed. They feel weak…or pitiful. How can a person be incapable of having joy? “Why can’t I just have a good time? Why can’t I get...
Mental illness is not in the business of making sense of itself.
It is in my head! That's why it's called Mental Illness.
Except you cannot outrun insanity, anymore than you can outrun your own shadow.
Many so-called disorders of the mind are simply disorders of thought.
I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again.
