“Someone asked me once, 'How do you know when you have been ruined?' She wanted to know because her father died and she had since found it hard to love on equal ground. I told her no man will ever love her the way her father did. That nothing is as unconditional as a parent's love. That she'd suffered a great loss of infinite magnitude.
That she would never be alright and she would have to find a way to be okay with that. 'Trauma is an inconsolable wound you have not accepted to be inconsolable.' I think the point is not to deny our wounds, but to assimilate them.”