““I will be the mad woman; the broken, crazy one. I will scream and screech and rend my face and tear my hair. I will be vulnerable, feel everything, every arrow aimed at me, all the suffering that comes my way I will not seek to hold it back it will sweep over, through me and I will be flecks on the surface of it, broken apart. I have no defenses, everything comes in at me all at once and I cannot hold together, any longer.””
