I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was…
““I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive. I began to remember how it had been before; how there was that germ of positive creativeness. Character is fate; and damn, I'd better work on my character. I had been withdrawing into a retreat of numbness: it is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch one. But my honest self revolted at this, hated me for doing this. Sick with conflict, destructive negative emotions, frozen into disintegration I was, refusing to articulate, to spew forth these emotions - they festered in me, growing big, distorted, like pus-bloated sores. Small problems, mentions of someone else's felicity, evidence of someone else's talents, frightened me, making me react hollowly, fighting jealousy, envy, hate. Feeling myself fall apart, decay, rot, and the laurels wither and fall away, and my past sins and omissions strike me with full punishment and import. All this, all this foul, gangrenous, sludge ate away at my insides. Silent, insidious.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
The passage describes a painful confrontation with suppressed emotions, vulnerability, and self‑destruction, urging a turn toward honest self‑work and character growth.
In simple terms: Facing suppressed feelings leads to self‑destruction; honesty can heal.
Acknowledge pain, work on character.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- therapy
- creative writing
- personal crisis
- self‑reflection
- mental health care
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- What emotions are you avoiding?
- How can you safely explore vulnerability?
Ignoring pain only deepens it, and confronting it can be overwhelming.