I was aware, in those early days of motherhood, that my behaviour was strange to the people who knew me well. It was as though I had been brainwashed, taken over by a cult religion. And yet this cult, motherhood, was not a place where I could actually live. Like any cult, it demanded a complete surrender of identity to belong to it.
Rachel CuskWriting, more than any other art, is indexed to the worthiness of the self because it is identified in peoples minds with emotion.
Rachel Cusk