"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"You know what I do recall? The nurse that stood in the bathroom with me and gave me a shower after my C-section. The nurse that was on the helicopter with my Mom the day she died and said she made sure she held her hand because even after she passed she didn't want her to be alone."
"Good thing I’m so skinny from starvation, I thought, as I stood pinned behind an IV pole up against the wall (after 18 hours passed without ingesting a single calorie). Funny story in the elevator, though. My Respiratory Therapist hadn’t eaten lunch either."
"Just because you’re uncomfortable talking about it, doesn’t mean it no longer exists. Accept it. Talk about it. Change it. And don’t get caught outside in a snowstorm."
