the process of building a self and its works is always too slow. One is always in arrears to oneself.
It is no way to live, to wait to love.
When I had to bury my child, I probably didn't start grieving until a year and a half later.
I was a shy kid, a late bloomer. At 22, I was probably 16 emotionally.
I have always felt like I was just sort of waiting to catch up to the rest of myself.
Usually right when I'm feeling it, right when it's happening, I always find I need to be in some sort of survival mode or mature mom mode, so it always seems to come later that I have the breakdown.
I didn't start grieving for my mother properly until I was maybe 16.
When you split up with someone, someone that you're seriously in love with, it takes a lot of time before you even realise that you're upset. You know? It just hits you.
When you win a championship, period, it never hits you until you get home the next day.
I also had nightmares. Somehow all the feelings I didn't feel when each thing had actually happened to me I did feel when I slept.
We can't express ourselves always at the time we should. Sometimes it takes time.
Every emotion that I had over the last three years pretty much had to be put on hold.
It was the perfect moment to tell her. This is my last year. But I couldn’t say it. Not yet. I wanted another minute, another hour, another night of pretending this wasn’t the end.
