And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking? I couldn’t. It was too soon.

I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.

It's important to be aware of how we treat others. Even though someone appears to shrug off a sideways comment or to not be affected by a rumor, it's impossible to know everything else going on in that person's life, how we might be adding to his/her pain. People do have an impact on the lives of others; that's undeniable.

I tried getting my dad to buy me a beeper for my birthday,” he says, “but he thinks only doctors and drug dealers need them.

I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.