Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, Her Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed

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Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, Her Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed
words from @normal-horoscopes
Claudia Rankine, from “Some years there exists a wanting to escape… ”, Citizen
Lisel Mueller
then the feeling moves on. it does not collapse; it is not whisked away. it simply moves on, like a train that stops at a small country station, stands for a while, and then continues out of sight. - michael cunningham, the hours
What if—and this was the question I couldn’t bear—the rest of my life was just this:
the process of surviving?
When in fact I had not survived.
— Meghan O'Rourke, from “A Note on Process,” Sun in Days
Richard Siken, from Scheherazade in “Crush”
Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese”
honestly i think most girls these days feel this deep restless emptiness inside them because no one has access to a field or meadow anymore. you can’t run out of the kitchen with a scarf around your head until you find the nearest empty pasture with hay blowing gently in the wind and just lay in the grass for a long time and listen to the wind until whatever is terrible and hard has passed and you remember that you are made of earth and you will be earth again and then you pick a handful of queen anne’s lace and walk home. girls don’t have empty fields to run to anymore and somewhere deep inside they know that they are missing something vital, and they spend their lives looking for it.
“I shall rest and continue to exist.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Writer’s Diary,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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