When you go looking for rescue, you end up trapped in your own weakness.

If letting go, if letting people and things work themselves out in the way that they needed to without your help was the most important thing, then it was also the hardest.

Most of our parents wanted the best for us, I knew, but we also wanted the best for them.

It's human nature to want to help and soothe and save with your love, but it's also arrogant.

Can I quit now? Can I come home? ... I'm trapped now, please rescue me.

All of us create our own versions of an event, of our lives, even, not because we're liars, necessarily, but because we can only see and understand the truth from our own viewpoint, and a shifting viewpoint at that.