‘I am a mosaic composed of contradictions: I still love the people I will never forgive.’

‘What do you say to a child who is convinced there is nothing to look forward to in this life?’

‘I marveled at their defiance while simultaneously fearing for their ultimate demise.’

‘There was no anger, denial or numbing now, just the gentle thud of different trails of thoughts falling into place.’

‘What matters more to me now is believing the anger is not mine.’

‘Into the vacuum, or the morass, have swept the therapists, a whole procession of them.’