They’d say, ‘Come on, people are dying of cancer. They wouldn’t know a cushion if it came up and spoke to them.’ I want to tell them that the voice telling me to get the cushion is the illness. People don’t commit suicide because they can’t find a cushion but the feeling of helplessness, the sense that your brain does not belong to you anymore with its insane commands, could drive you over a cliff just to get some quiet.
