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To fully feel. To share that with her.
“I want that with you.”
Sharply honest, terrifyingly hopeful. If Indira said something was true, Jude would believe her.
Feeling things was hard.
He could do this. He could say the words. Admit the truth. “I need help.”
An unfortunate but uncontrollable embolism.
It’s war. It’s humans fighting each other. Hurting each other.
“Surviving, like so many other aspects of life, isn’t a meritocracy.
“how a great deal of our perceptions of our experiences and the trauma we’ve been a part of creates these fantasies of alternative paths our lives could have taken.
worlds of what could have been. Worlds of what-ifs.
What we have is the present moment.
And that was the best he could do.
“I want to emphasize something to you: I didn’t want you to know.
I was hiding the hurt because I was scared of it. Terrified. All I wanted was to seem normal as we celebrated your wedding.”
“A real friend would have noticed.
“That’s only because the damn woman wouldn’t let me hide. She pretty much forced the feelings out of me. You know how hardheaded she is.”
can’t tell you how thankful I am to know you.”
The world’s loveliest weighted blanket.
no matter what happens tomorrow, we’ll figure out what comes after.”
She was his safe soul. His happy place. His tether.
If Jude was brave, then Indira was indomitable.
And was immediately overwhelmed. Bless his heart.
Dr. Bailey approached Dr. Prince with a request for evaluation of discharge due to claims of PTSD.”
“We honor the human body. Respect it. But we take the mind for granted. We ignore the invisible illnesses that plague countless people every single day.”
“We ignore their need for healing, we demand their absolute best when the most essential organ in their body isn’t working at its optimal capacity.
I can attest to the torture that we inflict on people when we minimize the im...
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jump to action like bombs are being dropped on me or I lock up, absolutely paralyzed and unable to move for hours.
I’m shaking and scared and no longer fully myself.”
“I cannot heal another human’s body if my own is controlled by this fear. It’s a type of stuck you can’t understand until you experience it.
“It’s serious and it’s changed me and there’s no going back. I’m healing, but it’s slow and painful. It’s the most difficult thing I’ve ever done.
I’m not willing to live with that on my conscience.”
“You made the exact choice I would want for you.” “Really?” “Yes. Because the choice I want for you is the one you want for yourself.”
need you to know something. It’s important.”
“I am not healed,” he said, eyes steady, dark pools Indira could drown in. “I am not fixed. I can’t promise you I ever will be. But I do promise to work on it. Every day. Every single day. And I think it started with wanting to be with you, but it changed. Morphed.”
“I like feeling happy,” he said, a smile breaking across his stern mouth. “And I want that for myself. For us. And I’m going to do whatever I can to make that happen.”
“You’re allowed to be broken,” she said, taking his hands and kissing his knuckles. “And you’re allowed to be repaired. I love every piece...
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“We’re really happy in our relationship,” he said, picking up her thread. “And we don’t want to lose that.”
“Relationships are work, and we all enter into them with our own hurts, our own wounds, weights we carry around.
Consider this a space where you can open the windows to your relationship and air out the things that no longer serve you as a couple.”
“I used to think being truly in love would be the thing that fixes me,”
I thought it would be the thing to stitch up my wounds.”
“Being in love doesn’t fix anything. It doesn’t make me more whole or human than when I was single.
But it is a safe, quiet space where I feel brave enough to look at those wounds … Stitch them up myself, no matter how long it takes.”
They took themselves apart, thread by thread, analyzing every piece, and decided what they wanted to weave back into the tapestry of their life
the unknown is scary. And the job market isn’t great.”
let go of things you love if they no longer serve you.
he found peace in the job, a quiet comfort as he surrounded himself with stories.
It’s the best idea I’ve ever heard.”
Let’s start our own clinic. Help those so often left behind in medical systems.”
“There’s nothing you can’t do,” Jude said, kissing her again. “I’m all in if you are.”
