Part of her doing suicide intervention is my caseworker has to mix me another gin and tonic.

I came to Party Crashing because accidents happen. People you love will die. Nothing you treasure will last forever. And I need to accept and embrace that fact.

An important part of building a new culture was allowing people to complain about their past. At first, the more they complained, the worse the past would seem. But by venting, people could start to resolve the past. By bitching and bitching and bitching, they could exhaust the drama of their own horror stories. Grow bored. Only then could they accept a new story for their lives. Move forward.

How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?

Believe in me and die forever.

Some people are just born human, the rest of us, we take a lifetime to get there.

Those who remember the past tend to get the story really screwed up.