I never knew how deep your depression was until I woke up at 3am and saw you cleaning the house. I wish there was some way I can hug you, Ma.
September 2010
46 posts
“Tell the truth, tell the truth, tell the truth.”
—Sheryll Louise Moller
Still
Barry Southgate
Hide me now
Under Your wings
Cover me
Within Your mighty hand
When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with You above the storm
Father you are King over the flood
I will be still and know You are God
Find rest my soul
In Christ alone
Know His power
In quietness and trust
When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with You above the storm
Father You are king over the flood
I will be still and know
You are God.
“Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you, it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.”
—Neil Gaiman
“The night before I lost everything was like any other night.
Anna and I kept each other awake very late. We laughed. Young sisters in a bed under the roof of their childhood home. Wind on the window. How could anything less deserve to be destroyed?
I thought we would be awake all night. Awake for the rest of our lives. The spaces between our words grew. It became difficult to tell when we were talking and when we were silent. The hairs of our arms touched. It was late, and we were tired. We assumed there would be other nights. Anna’s breathing started to slow, but I still wanted to talk. She rolled onto her side. I said, I want to tell you something. She said, You can tell me tomorrow. I had never told her how much I loved her. She was my sister. We slept in the same bed. There was never a right time to say it. It was always unnecessary. The sheets were rising and falling around me with Anna’s breathing. I thought about waking her. But it was unnecessary. There would be other nights. And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, It’s always necessary.” —extremely loud and incredibly close
Anna and I kept each other awake very late. We laughed. Young sisters in a bed under the roof of their childhood home. Wind on the window. How could anything less deserve to be destroyed?
I thought we would be awake all night. Awake for the rest of our lives. The spaces between our words grew. It became difficult to tell when we were talking and when we were silent. The hairs of our arms touched. It was late, and we were tired. We assumed there would be other nights. Anna’s breathing started to slow, but I still wanted to talk. She rolled onto her side. I said, I want to tell you something. She said, You can tell me tomorrow. I had never told her how much I loved her. She was my sister. We slept in the same bed. There was never a right time to say it. It was always unnecessary. The sheets were rising and falling around me with Anna’s breathing. I thought about waking her. But it was unnecessary. There would be other nights. And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, It’s always necessary.” —extremely loud and incredibly close
- Scene at the clinic:
- Me: Hi, can you pls check if the doctor's diagnosis is SVI?
- Nurse: Oh sorry, it's not. It's Systemic Viral Illness.
- Me: Ayyy! (to self: SVI is Systemic Viral Illness, doh!)
“How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?”
—Douglas Coupland, All Families Are Psychotic
Feel This
Bethany Joy Galeotti
feel good friday.
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“He who does not weep, does not see.”
—The Miserable Ones, Les Miserables
