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“I can acknowledge the desire to have some concrete pain to fill the spaces where my twisted mind expects it”
― Julia Dixon Evans, How to Set Yourself on Fire

“And what I realized was: I am loved. I love. I have lost the great love, the one that for years defined me, that had come to be the sum total of who I was. So much so that when it was gone, I was certain there was nothing left to salvage.”
― Lucy Foley, The Hunting Party

“There's nothing wrong with me. This has been medically proven, once. My former insurance company stopped honoring my requests for more diagnostics and labs. A therapist gave me medicine but I didn't take it because she didn't even run tests. She based her diagnosis on my answers, on the things I told her, and I bullshitted so much I couldn't even remember which parts were genuine. How could I take a pill based on that? And what if it worked? What if my bullshit was the right-sized hole for a pill-shaped fix? I felt helpless in the face of someone helping me.”
― Julia Dixon Evans, How to Set Yourself on Fire

“I try to remind myself not to frighten this stranger who, standing across from me, forms some sort of ancestral mirror of two tormented souls.”
― Julia Dixon Evans, How to Set Yourself on Fire