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 don't know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time.

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

I had hurt her feelings, I found out later; I didn’t know I had that power.

That made me happy. That was my Anchor.

Do you even know who the enemy is?" "I think... it's me".

Every tounge bit had another word to say.