I've had good moments scattered since then, times when I thought I was better, but that was the last day I felt triumphant.

A working brain is probably a lot like a map, where anybody can get from one place to another on the freeways. It's the nonworking brains that get blocked, that have dead ends, that are under construction like mine.

If there is a next life, I hope it's in the past; I don't think the future will be any more handleable. I think it's a little harsh how the END button is red.

If you can't get out of bed for long enough, people come and take your bed away

No," mom says, looking at me in the eyes. "What's a triumph is that you woke up this morning and decided to LIVE. THAT'S a triumph. that's what you did today.

Dreams are only dreams until you wake up and make them real.

its hard to talk when you want to kill yourself