You cant rely on anybody being around for you, because things change.
Am I worried about the future? I don't know. When I think of the word it's like seeing a cavity, a space where a tooth used to be.
The urge to let go of the wheel and just see what happens is compelling. If I live, I’ll wake to find myself in hospital. I won’t have to do anything, deal with anybody, talk, be scared anymore, because I will have become somebody else’s respon...
Shame isn't a quiet grey cloud, shame is a drowning man who claws his way on top of you, scratching and tearing your skin, pushing you under the surface.
Once they know they've got a hold of your shame, they can shake it out and hold it up for the all world to see. And you become less than it. You become something disgusting.
And that's humbling, knowing that your voice can mean so much to another person.
