Autumn Stringam > Quotes

“When you die, your privacy dies with you. Eventually, someone will rifle through your purse, your bathroom cabinet, your pockets. Someone will discover your journal and your secret feelings, all of your angriest and silliest and most lustful thoughts on paper. Someone will notice the stains in the underarms of your t-shirts, the hole in your worn-out underwear, the stash of candy in your bottom dresser drawer, the birthday gift that you shoved to the very back of your closet in the box marked "Yard Sale." Eventually, all your secrets are told, all of you discovered and exposed. Perhaps this is the scariest part about dying. The living go on to know you better than you might have wanted. When you die, their discoveries will lift you on a pedestal or diminish your legacy.”
― Autumn Stringam, A Promise Of Hope: The Astonishing True Story of a Woman Afflicted With Bipolar Disorder and the Miraculous Treatment That Cured Her

“I am so tired. I know now why they drag out the ceremony of death. The vigils and praying and viewings and funeral and burial and meals and condolences and more. It's so you'll be so exhausted that you won't have that strength to be angry. So exhausted that you won't talk. So exhausted that when you see your Uncle Gordy and his daughters at the funeral, you won't remember why you hate him. So exhausted you won't remember to tremble for his daughters. So very exhausted that when they lower the pretty box into the frozen ground, you won't protest. Instead you'll say: Good riddance. Finally, it's over. Now can I please get some sleep?”
― Autumn Stringam, A Promise Of Hope: The Astonishing True Story of a Woman Afflicted With Bipolar Disorder and the Miraculous Treatment That Cured Her