You can let go only when your sense of self, your cohesion, no longer depends upon the idea of them, an idea that remains for a long time inextricable from the very idea of yourself. (Part 2)
You can let go only when your sense of self, your cohesion, no longer depends upon the idea of them, an idea that remains for a long time inextricable from the very idea of yourself. (Part 2)
In the absence of someone, even someone who has caused you great injury, the very idea of them can still be self-sustaining. You hold on because you are holding on to something that keeps your sense of self intact. You have come to know and understand yourself in relation to this person. (Part 1)
First book of 2020 done. I always feel weird “reviewing” a memoir. For me, a memoir is the raw story that someone decides to share - the lows and highs of life, which this book has a LOT of...mostly lows. It is strangely intimate reading someone‘s pain and struggles so openly - finding some moments resound with you while other moments feel so foreign, but experiencing it all the same. It makes me wonder what my happy is and how I got there...
"We come to know ourselves only through stories. We listen to the stories of others, we inherit the stories of those who came before, and we make sense of our experiences by constructing a narrative that holds them, and holds us, together. Stories are how we make sense of our lives."