“He swung his legs over the side of the bed, waiting to see if the pain would catch up with him before he attempted to stand. Sometimes the migraines hung around for days, but this one was gone. He let” — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
“Real pain and imagined pain feel the same. They trigger the same part of the brain, the social worker told me.” — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
“made her realise, again, how lucky she’d been to grow up in a secure, loving home.” — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
“His temples throbbed but the migraine had retreated, leaving a soft wash of endorphins in its wake. He lay blinking at the pillow, light-headed… — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
“That no matter how loud you shout, sometimes you’re left alone. Sometimes, no one comes.” — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
“An idea was knocking about in the back of her head, like a moth at a dimly lit window.” — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
“It became its own discipline, the fear of failing to do as they said; a voice in her head berating her before anyone else… — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
“The house was bay-windowed, clinging to its original features the way a pensioner clung to her handbag on pension day. The neighbours had put… — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
“Wiring in nooses from the ceiling, waiting to be connected, plugged into the rest of the city.” — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
“Many will have suffered depression as teenagers or young women, so they’ll be familiar with that stigma, the way treatment involves judgement. It shouldn’t,… — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
“Her heart staggered and stuttered in her chest, like a rat caught in the cage of her ribs.” — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
“We’re solitary by nature. Aren’t we? Even families … Fundamentally, I mean.” — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
