A helping hand is all that I need. If you see me in person going insane, if you see my scars, & you somehow appreciate my existence, I can possibly love you.

Nothing lasts forever, it's all lies darling. Love is just a big temporary illusion. Now that is has come to conclusion, I have no hope upon me.

Once insanity becomes defined, it becomes sane.

I couldn't begin to tell you what terrible trigger for such insanity lies deep in my sub-conscious. Though no doubt some would say that, indeed, it may be some demon of conscience. A deeply buried guilt for some unforgivable depravity. Then again, perhaps not.

Thus far we have been able to protect [our children] from the deep and enduring traumas that scar the minds and selves of so many of the patients I see. How — how?—can I make it always so?

"The most memorable moments are when one lives in them & does not worry about moments ahead of time" ♥