Losing Leah Holloway (Claire Fletcher, #2)

by Lisa Regan

“Ordinary moments are the miracles in life.”

“There is so much evil in the world. People do horrible, horrible things to one another constantly, and when we’re not killing, maiming, raping, and betraying one another, we get to worry about accidents, mistakes, diseases, and acts of God—floods, fires, car accidents, plane crashes, cancer, doctors operating on the wrong body part. You name it. Turn on the news for five seconds. You’ll want to off yourself in no time at all.”

The truth is that every second of your day that you are healthy and unharmed is a miracle. Given all the things that can go wrong at any time, the idea that we should get any pleasure out of life at all, get through an entire day without anything truly terrible happening, is a miracle to me.”

The depression used to threaten to consume her, like an inky blackness overtaking every corner and compartment of her brain. But at some point it became like background noise or a wall hanging. A great tapestry. It was just there. She learned to live her life in spite of it, even though she never forgot it was there. She had been spinning her anger into depression since childhood.

she did not love living.

It was difficult, messy, and largely joyless.

What was the...

There was so much evil in the world, and there was no escaping it. Sooner or later, it found you. It had found her early in life. Sure, she was long past it—the evil visited on her was now a distant memory...

she knew that suicide had long-lasting, horrific effects on those left behind.

“People who really mean to kill themselves don’t talk about it.”

“So, if you’re gonna do it, get on with it and shut up.”