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1 " I'm angry at them for taking so long to get here and then for forgetting that I'm not a case study, that I'm more than the medical charts they cling to like needy children clinging to their parents. "
― Bassey Ikpi , I'm Telling the Truth, but I'm Lying: Essays
2 " Because I know how that dog-eared page persists and insists you return to it. I know how the brain and the heart and the spirit fight daily to stay in the book and not write themselves out of the story. I know. I know. I know. "
3 " ANXIETY IS ITS OWN creature. Anxiety asks me to focus on the terrible things I’ve done. The people I’ve hurt. The promises I’ve broken. Anxiety tells me to make a list. Mistakes. Regrets. Lies. A litany of shortcomings, a coil tightened, ready to spring. "
4 " I thought about the way my mind wanders, how I drift through days losing hours, forgetting to remain in my body. How they call me absentminded, forgetful. The way I am mercury spilling over surfaces—solid and liquid, here and not. "
5 " I give them the suggestion Allow yourself morning. I tell them it means that today may have been a rolling ball of anxiety and trembling, a face wet and slick with tears, but if you can get to morning, if you can allow yourself a new day to encourage a change, then you can get through it. Allow yourself morning. "
6 " I forgive her always because how can you not forgive someone whose whole life was a sprint towards survival? "
7 " Imagine you didn't fit in anywhere, not even in your own head. "
8 " She weaponizes her silences. "
9 " how can you not forgive someone whose whole life was a sprint towards survival? "
10 " My mother mistakes questions for attacks and accusations. She weaponizes her silences. "
11 " This job that I'm so lucky to have, this job that I am constantly reminded not to take for granted, this job that people would die for. I'm waiting for it to kill me. "
12 " He is the only one I regret being too broken for. If I could have allowed myself to love him, maybe this life would have shaped itself differently. Maybe I wouldn’t have had to wait to break. Maybe I wouldn’t have broken at all. Or fallen. Or maybe he would have caught me. Or maybe I would have destroyed him. I think I would have destroyed him. "
13 " You are proud of the way the night loved you so much it offered you stars for your face. "
14 " Anxiety asks me to focus on the terrible things I’ve done. The people I’ve hurt. The promises I’ve broken. Anxiety tells me to make a list. Mistakes. Regrets. Lies. A litany of shortcomings, a coil tightened, ready to spring. "
15 " My older cousins told me that white people used to be brown, like us, until they did something to anger God. He turned them into fleshless, pale shells as punishment. “Look at how their skin reddens in the sun. Look at how it burns. Look at how the sweat pours down their faces and flattens their hair.” They used my fear to convince me to steal coconut sweets and biscuits from the market—threatening me with “God said to listen, or do you want to become one of the white people? "
16 " It makes you feel unfinished, like in your family's eyes you will never be completely whole. And in your eyes, you have never been completely whole. "
17 " This thing ain’t easy. And I don’t mean to complain because this life is beautiful and it’s magic. And I am blessed and grateful. But this brain feels broken sometimes. This brain does this thing that takes little soap bubbles of “everyone feels this sometimes” and morphs them into latex balloons of “you’re the only one in this world who can’t seem to lift herself out of bed in the morning” and then the balloon becomes brick and the brick becomes wall and the wall is a mountain and then you’re stuck. So I’m grateful to only be latex balloon right now. "
18 " It's difficult to distinguish which lies are mine and which belong to others. Which I told to close the gaps in my brain and which were told to me to silence my questions. "
19 " Imagine you don’t fit anywhere, not even in your own head. "