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412 pages, Hardcover
First published August 1, 2014
I had a moment of hyper awareness – the realization that the car was going to hit us, a blunt and obvious ‘Oh really? Now?’ And I was strangely detached from it. In that moment I splintered. Some of me was left behind there by the side of the highway, while the other part needed to outrun everything, all the fierce attachments that caused me pain. I hadn’t yet figured out that life in pieces is grace; you can put it back together the way you want.
How is that these memories of abusive love are always there? Circling, circling quietly in our atoms. A reminder of our volcanic layers of human mistakes. And it’s okay. It’s okay to have been through what we experienced. There’s no way to get to where you need to go otherwise…It’s the only way I know. And it’s okay.
But I felt that kind of impotent rage that so many sick people have felt. It really hits you that you are defined by these labels, that institutions marginalize you for a detour that your body has taken for the moment, instead of grasping the magnitude we all carry within.