The worst thing that ever happened to me wasn’t the worst thing that ever happened to me; hating myself for it was.

I'd rather be like myself, bad as I am.

Have you ever done that? You feel really bad, and then it goes away, and you don’t know why.

I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?

After that, I never managed to come back and show a lot of myself. I just had my child and kind of shielded her. I didn’t want people to come into our little bubble and I just stayed in it

لما أظهرت نفسي انزعجت، لا أستطيع ،لابد لى من أن أعيش هكذا

I was going through the motions of life, instead of really living, and there’s no excuse for that. It’s not something I’ll let happen to me again.

I cannot think of any personal fate which could have cost me anything like such anguish. And I don't really believe that after this we shall ever be able to be really happy again. (p. 20)

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

I was so ashamed. It made me hard on you, when I was trying to be hard on me. We are blinded by our regrets, Annie. We don’t realize who else we punish while we’re punishing ourselves.

The worst thing that ever happened to me was not the worst thing that ever happened to me. Hating myself for it was.

It was my protection. If I allowed myself to feel anything emotionally, I was not going to be able to do anything.

I just didn’t want to see myself fall back. I don’t want to disappoint my coaches or my parents.

If i wasn't comfortable with myself, I would never be comfortable at all