“My heart was beating so hard that for a second I thought I might pass out. It was like revisiting the hole where you'd once been held in solitary confinement: a force field of muscle-memory-stored pain and toxic energy so… — Heather King Copy Share Image
“If I've made any "progress" it's that now I know I'll be an alcoholic till the day I die, and that is both my… — Heather King Copy Share Image
Christ-as always, the model-never sat back, crossed his arms, and dismissed the annoying, the troublesome, or the unpromising. He never name-called, never judged, never… — Heather King Copy Share Image
“Like the rest of the world, they seemed to have figured out something I didn't know - where they'd come from, where they were… — Heather King Copy Share Image
Prayer is like practicing the piano or ballet or writing: you have to bring your body for a very long time, in spite of… — Heather King Copy Share Image
“one of my biggest illusions was that other people were meant to assuage my anxiety by filling some lack that I was responsible for… — Heather King Copy Share Image
“I sincerely pity the poor man you marry. I doubt he’ll have a moment’s peace.” — Heather King Copy Share Image
“My heart was beating so hard that for a second I thought I might pass out. It was like revisiting the hole where you'd… — Heather King Copy Share Image
I didn’t want to hear that people lived happily ever after. I wanted to know that other people suffered, too. — Heather King Copy Share Image
There's nothing inherently interesting about being a drunk -- in fact, quite the contrary. — Heather King Copy Share Image
“We're called to speak to people to whom we often don't feel like speaking; to refrain from surrounding ourselves with people "just like us,"… — Heather King Copy Share Image
“I once heard a sober alcoholic say that drinking never made him happy, but it made him feel like he was going to be… — Heather King Copy Share Image
