And all they know of hate is that it couldn't beat the love out of me. - Andrea Gibson

I’ve spent half of my life not knowing the difference between killing myself and fighting back. What if I don’t want healing
as much as I want justice? What if I don’t care if justice looks exactly like revenge? Do you think I don’t know that I can’t want revenge without strapping the bomb to my own chest? That’s how the dominoes of trauma fall. You become just another thing about to detonate.

Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion, or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

I suppose I love this life, in spire of my clenched fist.