Helen Hoang wrote a beautifully written book that touched me deeply recently.
Therefore, I wanted to share some of the quotes with you all that moved me deeply.
No one should need a diagnosis in order to be compassionate to themself
I do wonder if she's acting just as I am. How much of what people say is genuine and how much is politeness? Is anyone really living their life or are we all reading lines from a giant script written by other people?
My compass always points to her
The mental problems that I'm facing aren't worthy of their respect or even a cursory attempt at understanding.
I took a beautiful innocent thing, and I murdered it. Because I couldn't bring myself to say no.
I guess that's how it must be when someone's standards are so impossibly high and their capacity for empathy so limited. They are cruel to others, and cruelest to themself.
It seems dead, but it's just a transition. I wonder if it's a metaphor for me.