“As children, we are profoundly loyal to our parents, and to their pain: I wanted to be related to my mom, not… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“In childhood, it’s our parents who give us our standards for experience: “Here’s an inch,” they say. “And this is a foot.”… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“I couldn’t bear to think of my mother loving me but unable to face me, to stare into my eyes, to care… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“I truly missed my parents. I wanted to miss them. It was the only way I could love them, a crazy cocktail… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“How, I asked, could I have gone my whole life not knowing about my mother? How could I have not known what… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“When you write, you believe in something no one else can see. You spend lots of time committed to a project for which there… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
I started writing everything down.I wrote for the same reason someone lost sticks a message in a bottle. I’m here. Help. Please find me. — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
Trust the comfy clothes you reach for day after day, your plain, regular, essential self. — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“I loved the idea of a subversive world where mental illness was defined as just another version of normal, and education was how you… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“I giggled and he took it very seriously and wrote everything down. I thought it was going too well, I was doing too well,… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“Writing a book is exactly like love. You don’t hold back. You give it everything you have. If it doesn’t work out, you’re heartbroken,… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“You don’t have to have clarity,” he said, “to take a clear position.” — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“Don’t get sucked in, Dave was always saying to me. Kind of like Helder’s container idea: Notice everything, but don’t buy into it. Hold… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“I was going to be in therapy for a long, long time. I wasn’t even a sentence yet. But I had some syllables, some… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“As children, we are profoundly loyal to our parents, and to their pain: I wanted to be related to my mom, not ruined by… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“The railing of the balcony was cold but the blue-black night air was so warm in October, in Florida, it felt as if it… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
“I think everyone has one day like this, and some people have more than one. It's the day of the accident, the midlife crisis,… — Heather Sellers Copy Share Image
