The Blue Castle - Chapter 12
"She wondered what it would be like to have someone with her who could sympathise - someone who really cared - just to hold her hand tight, if nothing else - someone just to say 'Yes, I know. It's dreadful - be brave - you'll soon be better;' not someone merely fussy and alarmed."
I am once again relating hard to this book and thinking of how much of my mental health struggles I did not and do not share with my own mother, because she would become fussy and alarmed and insist I take Redfern's whatever superfood du jour she had just read about that can cure depression. Just. A hundred years later and I'm like "girl, same."





















