I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.

I am better off doing as abnegation taught me: turning away from myself, projecting always outward, and hoping that in whatever is next, I will be better than I am now.

Sometimes I feel like there is so much to be afraid of, and sometimes I feel like there is nothing left to fear.

Fighting for survival in a shattered world... the truth is her only hope.

I did not know that my entire personality, my entire being, could be discarded as the byproduct of my anatomy. What if I really am just someone with a large prefrontal cortex...and nothing more?

I was angry with him before. I’m not really sure why. Maybe I was just angry that the world had become such a complicated place, that I have never known even a fraction of the truth about it. Or that I allowed myself to grieve for someone who was never really gone, the same way I grieved for my mother all the years I thought she was dead. Tricking someone into grief is one of the cruelest tricks a person can play, and it’s been played on me twice.

We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.