I don't know if this is helping...
Harriet felt a depression so deep. A serious thought crossed her mind. She mistook it for a proposition. She mistook it for an optional alternate. It was not so clear cut as that. It was not so intelligent as a clear concept to be thought. Harriet wanted to be more careful. She wanted slow down. She wanted a life less vivid. A life less colorful. A life without design and one of all academia. A life with encouragement and positive attitudes. Purely invisible for all she could have known, the truth was that a life less wanted is a life not known.