Talking to a therapist, I thought, was like taking your clothes off and then taking your skin off, and then having the other person say, "Would you mind opening up your rib cage so that we can start? — Julie Schumacher Copy Share Image
“Are you going to redye it?" "No. My mother hates it, so I'm going to keep it," I said.” — Julie Schumacher Copy Share Image
My mother says that some books are good no matter when you read them, and some are good at a particular moment; they come… — Julie Schumacher Copy Share Image
“To me, a recently read novel was like a miniature planet: only a few hours earlier I had been breathing its air and living… — Julie Schumacher Copy Share Image
I had just wanted to be part of a story; I wanted to be a person who had a story to tell. — Julie Schumacher Copy Share Image
“Any person who is carrying a lot of sadness needs to be able to rest sometimes, and to put it down.” — Julie Schumacher Copy Share Image
“I thought about the people I had met who were in pain but were pretending that everything was fine. And I thought, this is… — Julie Schumacher Copy Share Image
Opening a book in the middle of a chapter always made me feel like I was interrupting a group of strangers, wandering unannounced into… — Julie Schumacher Copy Share Image
“There is something absent in me, I thought. Something incomplete. Even my mother couldn't describe me. There was something empty in me that in… — Julie Schumacher Copy Share Image
