Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. - Cheryl Strayed

I was entering. I was leaving. California streamed behind me like a long silk veil. I didn’t feel like a big fat idiot anymore. And I didn’t feel like a hard-ass motherfucking Amazonian queen. I felt fierce and humble and gathered up inside, like I was safe in this world too.

Healing is a small and ordinary and very burnt thing. And it’s one thing and one thing only: it’s doing what you have to do.

Who would I be if I didn’t? Who would I be if I did?