I've learned so much as both a writer and a human.

I walked all those miles, I learned all those lessons. It's as if my new life was the gift I got at the end of a long struggle.

But if I could go back in time, I wouldn't do a single thing differently. What if all those things I did were the things that got me here?

And every last one of us can do better than give up.

Being so alone and so silent for so long gave me the opportunity to see how our brains actually work. I think of that so often in my regular life, as I'm always interacting with people or with my computer or phone.

Acceptance is a small quiet room.

Be brave enough to break your own heart.