We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than we are.

More than most, I know the pain of surviving.

It's only a sure defeat when you stop trying.

But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become.

I imagine the ones we’ve lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them. Sometimes that’s terrifying, and sometimes it’s reassuring, a promise of homecoming.

I think people can be trusted to know what makes them unhappy. Maybe we don't always know what we want exactly, but we can usually say what we don't with a fair amount of specificity.

I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.