I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about.

If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?

I can manage my own pain. I can drink. I can go to the doctor and get a prescription. I can exercise. I can write a story about it. I've done it a million times! But I don't want to see the people I love tortured and suffering.

She's so thin she's either dying or rich.

The weather today is an increasing trend towards denial.

More and more, the hardest part of crying is when I can't stop.

Life's greatest comfort is being able to look over your shoulder and see people worse off, waiting in line behind you.