“I’m 24 years old and play this game with myself: buy myself something delicious for the weekend, blueberry muffins or flaky croissants, and forget it by Friday. Saturday morning comes and I am lucky to know me. I wasn’t born knowing how to love me, but I’m learning now; catching up for lost time between us. I keep the windows open. I play oldies throughout every corner of my apartment. I tell the dog how good it feels, at least for today, at least for right now, to be alive.”

“People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.”

“We know you’re tired, tired and scared. Happens to everyone, okay? Just don’t let your feet stop.”

““How do you know when it’s over?” - “Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.””

“Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere?”

“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.”

I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole