“Transferring my anger and pain onto paper turns it into something tangible, something that can be shredded or burned, or at the very least, sealed shut in a box. ~Call Me Tuesday” — Leigh Byrne Copy Share Image
“What happened to me separates me from the normal world in a negative way. Like a handicap or disfiguring deformity, it's too horrible for… — Leigh Byrne Copy Share Image
“But that’s the danger of isolation; it lures you in with the deceptive promise of protecting you and then it feasts on your spirit.” — Leigh Byrne Copy Share Image
“one to openly display affection, except for a hug here and there, but her love had a gentle constancy I could feel.” — Leigh Byrne Copy Share Image
“Everything was fine with Mama and me, as long as I acted like nothing bad had ever happened between us.” — Leigh Byrne Copy Share Image
“Transferring my anger and pain onto paper turns it into something tangible, something that can be shredded or burned, or at the very least,… — Leigh Byrne Copy Share Image
“I am slowly learning to pluck the flowers of my past from the weeds, and place them in the window where I can see… — Leigh Byrne Copy Share Image
