We lose things all the time. We lose ourselves every day. We lose our minds occasionally. But it's just a part of life, loss.

I thought my mom's whole purpose was to be my mom. That's how she made me feel.

Everything in your life is there to teach you something; you can be awake to it or asleep to it. I can't remember which master said this, but he said, when the monsters are coming, you have to let them eat cake. Feed them. The more you invite them in, the less scary they become.

Everything is in our cellular level. My mom's is definitely in my cellular memory.

Being vulnerable has always been my way of dealing with my grief, from the beginning. Even before I knew I was that way, I cried it out all the time. I expressed my feelings.

If I walk into my house and something is askew, I can't do anything until I fix it. It's so burdensome to live that way.

I like the feeling of feeling my feelings.