You get to define the terms of your life.

I’m a free spirit who never had the balls to be free.

The people who don’t give up are the people who find a way to believe in abundance rather than scarcity.

I was trying to find a new home in the world.

Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves.

What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?

If, as a culture, we don’t bear witness to grief, the burden of loss is placed entirely upon the bereaved, while the rest of us avert our eyes and wait for those in mourning to stop being sad, to let go, to move on, to cheer up. And if they don’t — if they have loved too deeply, if they do wake each morning thinking, I cannot continue to live — well, then we pathologize their pain; we call their suffering a disease. We do not help them: we tell them that they need to get help.