It struck me that in every family, culture, or religion, ideas of right and wrong are the hot cattle prods, the barking sheepdogs that keep the masse… - Glennon Doyle

I have begun to notice that I don't even enjoy folks who aren't at least a tad mentally ill. I don't wish folks without a little anxiety or depression any harm, I just don't find myself particularly curious about them. I have come to believe that we "crazies" are the best people.

I knew what she'd tell me. She'd say, "Something's off about my life. I feel restless and frustrated. I have this hunch that everything was supposed to be more beautiful than this. I imagine fenceless, wide-open savannas. I want to run and hunt and kill. I want to sleep under an ink-black, silent sky filled with stars. It's all so real I can taste it." Then she'd look back at the cage, the only home she's ever known. She'd look at the smiling zookeepers, the bored spectators, and her panting, bouncing, begging best friend, the Lab. She'd sigh and say, "I should be grateful. I have a good enough life here. It's crazy to long for what doesn't even exist." I'd say: Tabitha. You are not crazy. You are a goddamn cheetah.

But I would never again be alone in a relationship and pretend that was love. I would never again settle for a relationship or life less beautiful than the one I'd want for my child.