There is no one truth. There’s only what happened, based on how you perceive it.

People work too hard to figure out the meaning of their lives. Why me, why now. The truth is, sometimes things don't happen to you for a reason. Sometimes it's just about being in the right place at the right time for someone else.

It took me a lifetime to realizethings don't get lost if they don't have value- you don't miss what you don't care about.

How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

It's like the psychiatrists themselves are buying into that stupid belief that therapy is something to hide.

What she couldn't put into word was what had happened in between to change her from one person into the other

The reason I am still sitting at Josef's kitchen table is the same reason traffic slows after a car wreck- you want to see the damage; you can't let yourself pass without that mental snapshot. We are drawn to horror even as we recoil from it.