Quotes
I suspected other people were better at living than me. Did others elbow their way through fog, rising out of it some days, relief blending with terror of its return?
Maybe, by a certain age, we have all encountered some impossible loss, or at least the accumulation of small sufferings.
During sad patches, you are expected to wrench, drag, extract, syphon, tweeze some happiness out. ‘Black dogs’ are what Winston Churchill called the sad patches, but dogs are too small. They’re elephants.
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