I've learned to accept birth and death . . . but sometimes I still worry about what lies between.

It's hard enough to be alive and human, without the additional burden of being me.

I'm not yet desperate enough to do anything about the conditions that are making me desperate.

I have no prejudices: all my irrational hatreds are based on solid evidence.

If I can survive death, I can probably survive anything.

If we could all hear one another's prayers, God might be relieved of some of his burdens.

Take heart! Many great things have been done by people in poor mental health.