Much of what we called "depression" was really dissatisfaction, a result of setting a bar impossibly high or expecting treasures we weren't willing to work for.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.

Mothers support certain illusions about their children, and one of my illusions was that I liked who I was, because she did. When she passed away, so did that idea.

Have you ever really had a teacher? One who saw you as a raw but precious thing, a jewel that, with wisdom, could be polished to a proud shine?

She had been so consumed with escaping her own misery, she hadn't considered the misery she might inflict.

Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love, and a peaceful heart.