Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one. Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse. You must be ready to burn. Yourself in your own flame;. How could you become new,. If you had not first become ashes? Since I ha.

Fighting social anxiety and depression. On another ocassion, we went in one of those rollercoaster simulators, and I ended up nearly having a panic attack due to how anxious and uncomfortable being in an enclosed space with him made me feel.