My emotionsMy intuitionMy imaginationMy courageThose are the keys to freedom.Those are who we are.

Feelings are for feeling. All of them.

Feelings all your feelings is hard, but that's what they're for. Feelings are for feeling. All of them. Even the hard ones.

I am a woman who has learned repeatedly that while rock bottom feels like the end – it's always the beginning of something.

Depression and anxiety are not feelings. Feelings return me to myself. Depression and anxiety are body snatchers that suck me out of myself so that I appear to be there but I'm really gone.

I was amazed at how easy this was. I was filled with electric thunder, simmering water, fiery red and gold, but all I had to do was smile and nod and the world would take me for easy breezy blue. Sometimes I wondered if I wasn’t the only one using her skin to contain herself. Maybe we are all fire wrapped in skin, trying to look cool.

After a while, the booze and drugs became her problem, which was convenient because she didn't have to deal with her real problem anymore.

I asked my anger questions like "What are you trying to tell me? Not about him, but about me?

[...] I began allowing my feelings to disturb me. This was scary, because I had always assumed my feelings were so big and powerful that they would stay forever and eventually kill me. But my hard feelings did not stay forever, and they did not kill me. Instead they came andwent, and afterward I was left with something I didn't have before. That something was self-knowledge.