It's Like The Psychiatrists Themselves

You Can Make It Dark, But I Can't Make It Light.

It Turns Out That Sharing The Past With Someone Is Different From Reliving It When You’re Alone. It Feels Less Like A Wound, More Like A Poultice.

Since I Was Five, I've Known That I Was Adopted, Which Is A Politically Correct Term For Being Clueless About One's Own Origins.

There Was A Difference Between People Looking At You Because They Wanted To Be Like You, And People Looking At You Because Your Misfortune Brought Them One Rung Higher.

Campbell" Julia Says "don't Do This To Me" "do What?" "push Me Off The Same Cliff Twice