You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight.

I actually have a great deal of respect for antidepressants; I think they can be enormously mighty tools toward recovery.

If faith were rational , it wouldn't be -by definition- faith.

Problem is, you can’t accept that his relationship had a real short shelf life. You’re like a dog at the dump, baby – you’re just lickin’ at the empty tin can, trying to get more nutrition out of it. And if you’re not careful, that can’s gonna get stuck on your snout forever and make your life miserable. So drop it.” “But I love him.” “So love him.” “But I miss him.” “So miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, then drop it.

I have a rigid self-accountability. You have to work hard.

When I diagnose my depression now, I think it was partially about saying goodbye to these kids that I always expected to have but already knew that I wouldn't.

God is an experience of supreme love.