“I am trying to find myselfin all of the chaos,find something that I can call meinside the screams and insidethe 'you shoulds' and 'you have to bes.”

“I can't believeno one else can hearI am screaminginside my head.Things are moving too fast. I am going to die.I am going to die. I am going to die.My hands are shaking.I try to squeeze them, try to make it stop,but now my fists are shaking,and this shaking is working it's way through me.It must look like I am having a fit.I want to let the scream out, but I think if I start, I'll never stop.It's not supposed to be like this.I am too young to die. I don't know how to make this end,and if it doesn't, I'll have to go to the hospital,be medicated, force-fed soft foods.I don't want to be that person.I am not that person.I am not. I am not.”

“When I try to save other people am I trying to save myself? Am I covering up for my lack of strength by putting people back together?”

“I am in a house. I am in one room and my anxiety is in another. It's close. I can feel it. I can go to it. But I won't.”

“I crave broken men.When I try to save other peopleam I trying to save myself?Am I covering up for my lack of strengthby putting people back together?I am tired.I want someone to save me - build an intricate weband place it beneath me in case I fall.”

“Where are you and what you are doing is something you have done dozens of times before without having any problems.Recognize that you are going to get out of this- that you always get out of this, that you are going to live, that you won't go crazy.I am telling you that you will live, because you always live, because you are strong and beautiful.”

“Where you areand what you are doingis something you have donedozens of times beforewithout any problemsRecognize that you are going to get out of thisthat you always get out of thisthat you are going to livethat you won't go crazyI am telling you that you will live,because you always live,because you are strongand beautiful.”