I was crumbling. I felt as though the world was closing in around me, like a cardboard box collapsing with me inside. The box wasn’t made of cardboard though, it was heavy stone I was trying to combat. I didn’t want to be alive more moments than I was willing to keep on fighting. My therapist was talking to me on a daily basis and I was taking ( Read more... )

“Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new ( Read more... )