Oct 6, 2017
I didn’t respect myself. (Did I love myself?) Now I have really known suffering. And I have survived. I am alone–unloved and without someone to love–the thing I feared most in the world. I have touched bottom. And I survive. I feel unlovable. But I respect that unlovable soldier–struggling to survive, struggling to be honest, just, honorable. I respect myself.
Susan Sontag, from a diary entry featured in As Consciousness Is Harnessed To Flesh: Journals & Notebooks, 1964 - 1980 (via violentwavesofemotion)
