I’ve grown up defined by this desperate, undeniable, ‘can’t... - Jennifer Elisabeth

"I’ve grown up defined by this desperate, undeniable, ‘can’t breathe’ kind of space inside of myself and I’m afraid that the diagnosis is fatal."

"I know that this process of ‘me changing my life’ doesn’t just end once I set fire to this list of things I hate about myself. Tonight isn’t as much of a new beginning as it is a violent end and I know the real work hasn’t even started yet."

"I just want your voice aimed at me again. I want to absorb the direction of your eyes…"

"Something, somewhere, knows what’s best for me and promises to keep sending me people and experiences to light my way as long as I live in gratitude and keep paying attention to the signs."

"I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing."