#alexmichaelides

You become increasingly comfortable with madness– and not just the madness of others, but your own. We're all crazy, I believe, just in different ways.

I believe the same is true for most people who go into mental health. We are drawn to this profession because we are damaged–we study psychology to heal ourselves. Whether we are prepared to admit this or not is another question.

You know, Theo, one of the hardest things to admit is that we weren't loved when we needed it most. It's a terrible feeling, the pain of not being loved.

Choosing a lover is a lot like choosing a therapist. We need to ask ourselves, is this someone who will be honest with me, listen to criticism, admit making mistakes, and not promise the impossible?

My old therapist used to stay that intimacy requires the repeated experience of being responded to– and that doesn't happen overnight.

Perhaps some of us are simply born evil, and despite our best efforts we remain that way.

There's so much pain everywhere, and we just close our eyes to it. The truth is we're all scared. We're terrified of each other.