I Read Books While Time Burrows Into Me.
Most books I own do not finish with 'the end'. It seems to me, like life itself, a great work simply trails off, like forgotten phrases.
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Sylvia Plath
The Bat, The Ghost, The Not-Quite Girl: Reclaim Yourself!
To disappear didn’t necessarily mean to die or be ridden of life; it meant to live within its pockets, where no one could see me or disturb me. This was a place I could be airy, like a winged thing, hovering over all and seeing all.
Feeling Blue? It Looks More Like A Grey Color To Me.
Unfortunately, there are some people who don't believe in mental illness or minimize what we go through, but if you put yourself out there and share your story, I am sure many could have a change of heart and mind.
Live like a Mighty River: Ted Hughes’ Advice to His Son.
Everybody tries to protect this vulnerable two three four five six seven eight year old inside, and to acquire skills and aptitudes for dealing with the situations that threaten to overwhelm it.