Janine

“You are bigger than this pain.” But I’m not. I never have been. I have always been lost in the current of it, drowning in a violent, blinding hurt that comes and goes at random. The pain is sharp and loud, and I am soft. It claws at everything, hollows out thought with a bright ache that demands stillness, razes all sense of self. And all I can do is try to survive it. One moment, one breath, one aching blink at a time.”
― Sheila Masterson, The Poison Daughter