Stacey

“Together does not mean sameness. He didn’t know—wouldn’t know—what it felt like inside my body and mind. He would never understand existing in a body that fought itself. He would never know the urgency to live as the clock ticked louder, faster, time suddenly having a different quality to it. He wouldn’t know what it was to be the light caught in a jar, watching the lid turn and tighten, each breath one closer to the final, last suffocating one.”
― Meagan Church, The Mad Wife

“How long had that tree stood there? How much had it seen? How many seasons had come and gone as it stood rooted in that one place, growing and dropping leaves, rebirthing and releasing year after year after year? How many times had the first beams of sunshine illuminated its languid branches and shimmered its dancing leaves, casting wavering shapes that shifted with the changing hours? I used to resist the dark places, but now I knew that the fullness of life includes all of it: the light, the dark, and the shadows that creep between.”
― Meagan Church, The Mad Wife

“And then there was the illogical art of female friendship itself”
― Bonnie Garmus, Lessons in Chemistry

“And my hope moving forward is that we may all have the eyes to see the silent suffering in front of us, the ears to hear their cries, and the empathy to take their hand and let them know that they are not alone, because we are all ghosts of this mysterious realm called life.”
― Meagan Church, The Mad Wife