Whatever enjoyment I might have had at the time would disappear overnight like snow melting on a warm roof.

I am an adult, but a damaged one.

Whatever enjoyment I might have had at the time would disappear overnight like snow melting on a warm roof.

Work. Write. Read. Keep putting words on the page, because that's the only way you'll get better.

I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless. I didn't feel ashamed.

I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd fought for you. I was weak and stupid.

It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.