During my drinking decades, I lived like a pig. My room was a hazardous pile of stilettos, tube tops, wine bottles, ashtrays, and old magazines. I valued nothing. Everything that came into my life was disposable: clothes, opportunities, people. My bedroom looked as if my insides had spilled out onto the floor.

You are not a mess. You are a feely person in a messy world.

I think that sometimes quitting is exactly the right thing to do. Quitting something that's not working requires self-awareness and courage.

Don't let yourself become so concerned with raising a good kid that you forget you already have one.

I was what they call a 'highly functional addict.' ... sometimes people who need help look nothing like people who need help.

The only meaningful thing we can offer one another is love. Not advice, not questions about our choices, not suggestions for the future, just love.

I think when your heart hurts this much it means you opened it wide once- and that is something to be proud of.