When the Stars Go Dark

by Paula McLain

That’s the saddest piece as I see it, and have over and over. How some victims don’t have even a whisper of no inside them. Because they don’t believe the life they have is theirs to save.

“It’s not what you carry, but how you can learn to carry it. You need to heal yourself. Your child self too, Anna. Make room for her. Find a way to let her in.”

When things got hard and you felt shaky, she liked to say, you could hit your knees wherever you were, and the world would be there to catch you.

Sorry was maybe the loneliest feeling of all, I understood, because it only brought you back to yourself.

Getting your heart broken is the privilege of being human, Eden used to say.

Long ago Corolla told me that it’s not what happens to us that matters most, but how we can learn to carry it.