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Rebecca O'Donnell

I used to be an abused, suicidal insecurity addict basketcase. Now I'm a happy insecurity addict basketcase who wrote a memoir so others can learn from my dumb mistakes.


“Six months later, I was poor, pregnant, and married to a man who read Dogfu**er magazine.”
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“We're nobody's dirty little secret.”
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“You have a manure pile of memories. Nothing you can do about that. Now, you can drown in the stink, or turn it into compost and grow a garden.”
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“Whenever Insecurity whispers In your ear, telling you how much you suck, tell it to shut the hell up. Then keep going forward anyway.”
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“I used to teach at an abused children's home. I told the kids, "You all have a manure pile of memories. Nothing you can do about that. Now you can drown in the stink or turn it into compost and grow a garden. I wouldn't't be as good a teacher to you if I didn't know what you're going through. That way, I make my memories do good instead of letting them eat me. I'm like Herbie from Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. I pulled my Bumble's teeth. He's still big and scary but he can't bite me anymore.”
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“Have you ever gotten to a point where you looked at your own life, thought "Fu** this," and reached for the economy-sized Valium? Ah, suicide. So dark and seductive.”
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“Become your own soulmate. Then you'll always have someone watching your back, and you'll always have someone who loves you.”
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