"Aren't you frightened?" Somehow I expected her to say no, to say something wise like a grownup would, or to explain that we can't presume to understand the Lord's plan. She looked away. "Yes," she finally said, "I'm frightened all the time." "Then why don't you act like it?" "I do. I just do it in private." "Because you don't trust me?" "No," she said, "because I know you're frightened, too."
Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches.
Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches
The modern parallel in discrimination is “only the victims of discrimination can really know how bad it is.”
Everyone saw me on TV or read articles, and it was all about my great marriage, the white picket fence, all this success and my perfect life. But behind the scenes, it was a struggle.
The wearer knowes, where the shoe wrings.
Telling a story of illness, one pulls a thread through a narrow opening flanked on one side by shame and the other by trivia.
The problem with writing a book about bulimia is that whenever you go to the washroom, people think you're throwing up.
Sometimes it's hard to admit, though, especially if you're known as a happy person, because you feel you're letting people down if you're not being happy 24 hours a day.
It is difficult to talk about what I do, because I do it so I don't have to talk about it.
The appetites of the body were private battles.
When you have a big life change, it takes a long time to get used to either the new format or the understanding that you need to create a new dream. Or if things didn't work out, mourning the death of that dream. It's hard, because that's a very private journey.
In 2008, while the film version of my book 'Choke' was coming to market, my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. That meant that I had to appear in public to promote a comedy about a son trying to save his dying mother - the plot of Choke - while privately I was caring for my own dying mother. It was torture.
Private life is always, at certain times, a challenge.
I'm extremely self-critical. Although I try not to be ridiculous about it, wearing horsehair shirts and all that. It's a private exercise I don't necessarily share with other people.
It is far easier to fight with sin in public than to pray against it in private.
The only person who needs to know about failure is yourself.