For most of my childhood I was caught between my brother's fury and my mother's sad searching. Rage and despondence are both highly damaging, but, I think, one turns inward and the other turns outward. When they collide, it can be catastrophic. By the time I was in kindergarten, catastrophe was already routine to me. (page 14)
— Apr 20, 2021 03:19PM
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