That's what it's like in my head all the time, constant snow, constant weather patterns of all sorts - blizzards, cyclones.

I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.

It is so hard to learn to put sadness in perspective so hard to understand that it is a feeling that comes in degrees, it can be a candle burning gently and harmlessly in your home, or it can be a full-fledged forest fire that destroy almost everything and is controlled by almost nothing. It can also be so much in-between

I wasn't just the madwoman in the attic--I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.

I don't think it matters how many parents you've got, as long as those who are around make their presence a good one.

And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I'm really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.

A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight!