If it hurts much, it will hurt briefly;
If it hurts long, it does not hurt much.
It’s been 11 months.
You mean, it’s all in my head?
So where’s the serenity?
Ending this is the most horrible thing I can possibly do to myself
(and to you).
“When I speak of an end to suffering
I don’t mean anesthesia
I mean knowing the world and my place in it
Not in order to stare with bitterness or detachment
But as a powerful and womanly series of choices:
And here I write the words, in their fullness: