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“A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.”

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[...] — I tell myself but Louise you are not going to kill yourself it is not necessary, you are strong enough now to push suicide away – this thought makes me snap out of a nightmare. I am convinced but Louise you don’t owe anything to anyone You no longer have debts, you do not have debts – You can close the door and chase claims from your conscience; You made yourself a victim of your own masochism; You want to expiate crimes that do not exist – You do not have to die for Anyone – This realization is a revelation

“I feel profoundly alone, cut off, unattractive. I feel unloveable. But I respect that unloveable soldier, struggling to survive, struggling to be honest, just, honourable. I respect myself.”

“I don’t want to have to be the one who mourns everything when everyone else has clearly forgotten. It’s mortifying. It’s mortifying to be the one who remembers.”