Also, I sort of let my appearance go, to the point where I was maybe ten to seventy pounds overweight.

I...have a woman in my arms who has suffered greatly and desperately needs to believe once again that she is beautiful.

It hurts to look at the clouds, but it also helps, like most things that cause pain.

You can lose yourself in repetition—quiet your thoughts; I learned the value of this at a very young age.

The problem with the stigma around mental health is really about the stories that we tell ourselves as a society. What is normal? That's just a story that we tell ourselves.

She looks sad. She looks angry. She looks different from everyone else I know—she cannot put on that happy face others wear when they know they are being watched. She doesn’t put on a face for me, which makes me trust her somehow.

Fly! There's a lot of sky out there for brave birds.