Zamiast próbować być najlepszy na świecie, bądź najlepszy dla świata - Regina Brett

I was born with the idea that I had to be perfect in all things because deep down I felt like one big fat nothing at everything. All my life, my brain has sent out false warning signals. It constantly tells me that if I'm not perfect, I have failed. My brain is color-blind. It sees the world in black or white, yes or no, right or wrong, all or nothing .The gray matter between my ears can't discern that there are shades of gray coloring everything in life, that the world isn't a class you take pass-fail.

Someone once told me the difference between a rut and a grave is this: a rut has a little more room to move around. When I find myself in a rut, I know I better get out fast before it becomes a grave.

It's hard to figure out what sent you spiraling down. A noise. A smell. A comment. Something so small sends you back into your own personal darkness, fear, and despair. It happens so fast, you don't know how you got there. Or sometimes you can feel yourself falling down in slow motion but you can't stop it.