There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn't.

Thoughts are only thoughts. They are not you. You do belong to yourself, even when your thoughts don't.

Many so-called disorders of the mind are simply disorders of thought.

A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.

Anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.

Everyone wanted me to feed them that story—darkness to light, weakness to strength, broken to whole. I wanted it, too.