Misfortune is no excuse for cruelty.

I don't owe people anything, and I don't have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.

I'm glad you came here and got the help you needed," Neil says, and he shakes my hand in that way that people do in here to remind themselves that you're the patient and they're the doctor/volunteer/ employee. They like you, and they genuinely want you to do better, but when they shake your hand you feel that distance, that slight disconnect because they know that you're still broken somewhere, that you might snap at any moment.

I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine - I'm here." "Is there something wrong with that?" "Absolutely.

It’s tough to get out of bed; I know that myself. You can lie there for an hour and a half without thinking anything, just worrying about what the day holds and knowing that you won’t be able to deal with it.

I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of living.

It's such a silly little thing, the heart.