Why does it help to read others' stories? It is not only that misery loves company, because (I learned) misery is too self-absorbed to want much company. Others' experiences did help with my emotional struggle.

I didn't cause it. I can't control it. I can't cure it.

Wherever you be, wherever you may, seek the truth, strive for the beautiful, achieve the good.

A world of contradictions, wherein everything is gray and almost nothing is black and white.

The hopeful part about that is when you do have that help, you will feel better. It still doesn't make this easy. Nothing makes this easy, but you can make better decisions.

When I transformed my random and raw words into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, and paragraphs into chapters, a semblance of order and sanity appeared where there had been only chaos and insanity.

I'm not sure if I know any 'functional' families, if functional means a family without difficult times and members who don't have a full range of problems.