What people don't understand when you've already been a suicide and pulled through is that after the sadness comes fear: Where is my mind going with this? I don't want to die. I do not want to die. When you don't have so much control over your own thoughts, over the myriad voices in your head, you don't know where they could go.
Emma ForrestAre you mine?โ Yes. โAre you mine?โ Yes. โAre you mine?โ No. โNo?โ No. I loved being yours. But now Iโm mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.
Emma ForrestWhen he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.
Emma ForrestIt took a long time, but my heart now feels full when I think of him. When you fall in love againโwhich I haveโit's funny the other things that come back in with that open-ness. You have this ghost chorus of the lovers who came before, but they're benign now, they're good spirits.
Emma ForrestMy radar, after all these years of sanity, is still off when it comes to what people do or don't mean.
Emma ForrestIt is madness. And if you don't know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity. It's the same with self-loathing. You're probably just normal and normal-looking but that's not a real identity, not the way ugliness is. Normality, just accepting that you're probably normal-looking, lacks the force field of self-disgust. If you don't know who you are, madness gives you something to believe in.
Emma Forrest