Any Man

by Amber Tamblyn

I want to say to the new guys here, look, it’s okay to process your shit however you want to. It’s your shit. It’s no one else’s shit. As long as you’re not hurting someone else. Your hell is yours and you get to decide, okay?

When we become aware, we become responsible.

Some weeks are worse than others. Some weeks I can stand on my own two feet. Some weeks I am reborn without legs.

“Anger has that peculiar quality of isolation; like sorrow, it cuts one off, and for the time being, at least, all relationship comes to an end. Anger has the temporary strength and vitality of the isolated. There is a strange despair in anger; for isolation is despair.”

Survivors? I thought we were victims.

I experienced death but I am not a ceasing.