Oppression makes a wise man mad.
I had had to learn the difference between the bearable fatigue and the unbearable, the fatigue of fear. The first can be cured by a night's sleep; the second kills.
I hated high school. It was a prison.
My money was stolen from me. I was eventually stripped of the ability to make even the most basic decisions... my daily life became unbearable.
Depression, for me, wasn't a dulling but a sharpening, an intensifying, as though I had been living my life in a shell, and now the shell wasn't there. It was total exposure.
I've never worried about anything in my life a fraction of the way I worry about my daughter. It's much more than hoping people like the play you're in, or that your outfit doesn't look bad. It's the real deal.
The horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild.
I think any parent can imagine how difficult it would be to watch your child suffer.
