People Talk About Grief As If It's

But, With Time, One Has Encountered Many Of The Monsters, And One Is Increasingly Less Terrified Of Those Still To Be Met.

I Think That One Of The Many Advantages Of Death Accruing Over A Long Period Of Time Is That You Do Have Time To Meet A Lot Of Other People Who Are Going Through Similar Situations And One Of The Great Delights Of Our Life Actually Was Sitting Around In Labs Waiting For The Results Of Tests And Talking To Other People Who Were Waiting To Find Out Whether Their Cancer Numbers Were Going In The Right Direction Or Not.

Suicide Is Not A Blot On Anyone’s Name; It Is A Tragedy

If People Can Talk About Having Breast Cancer, Why Can't People Who Have Mental Illness Talk About Mental Illness? Until We're Able To Do That, We're Not Going To Be Treated With The Same Kind Of Respect For Our Diseases As Other People.

Which Of My Feelings Are Real? Which Of The Me's Is Me? The Wild, Impulsive, Chaotic, Energetic, And Crazy One? Or The Shy, Withdrawn, Desperate, Suicidal, Doomed, And Tired One? Probably A Bit Of Both, Hopefully Much That Is Neither.