10 Quotes by Juliann Garey

Everybody’s gotta have somebody to step on. Makes ’em feel important.

I found my way home, stripped naked, and lay on the bathroom floor, the cool tiles pushing up. Keeping me from falling. I didn't know how long the floor would hold me. I prayed Ellen would come home...

Not everyone can feel things as deeply as you. Most people, their feelings are... bland, tasteless. They’ll never understand what it’s like to read a poem and feel almost like they’re flying, or to see a bleeding fish and feel grief that shatters their heart. It’s not a weakness, Grey. It’s what I love about you most.

And now, it – all of it – is too much. Too hot. Too bright to hear. Too loud to see. And with no way to turn it down, there is no sleep, nothing to stop the onslaught.

Your only consolation is that you’ve been here before. But try telling that to a drowning man.

You read too much and you think too much. That’s your problem.

You think you should have an answer to the question, ‘What’s wrong?’ You wish you knew. No one can understand how much you wish you knew. You know you must be horrible to live with, to be around. Because you cannot stand to be you – to be in your own skin.

At home I lose track of how many days, weeks, maybe longer I have been unable – or simply unwilling – to get out of bed. I lie on my back, staring at the insides of my eyelids, some days paralyzed by crushing despair, others trying to survive the panic that threatens to engulf me. I swear I can hear it. The panic that comes to get me breathes. It has a pulse and teeth. I am sure one day soon it will eat me alive. And then the despair returns. God’s idea of a reprieve.

I found my way home, stripped naked, and lay on the bathroom floor, the cool tiles pushing up. Keeping me from falling. I didn’t know how long the floor would hold me. I prayed Ellen would come home...