“Don’t think. Sweep away the words, ideas, images swirling endlessly in the infernal dance of pitiless affliction. Push back the realization of an unspeakable truth for another second. Don’t speak. Don’t move. Hold on to the illusion of purpose for a few seconds. And when those seconds are over, start again, an infinite loop.” LossGriefDepressionLoss Of A Child Book:Mothers' Instinct Source: Mothers' Instinct
“The wait went on, the seconds ticking away in a tangle of emotions, desperate hope giving way to pitiless anguish. The certainty of being safe from misfortune shatters inexorably, like a splinter being driven into your soul, leaving behind fissures that you try to repair because this sort of thing only happens to other people . . . . And words and pictures come to mind and linger, cruel, unbearable. You close your eyes so as not to see, not to feel, not to think. Pathetic attempts to escape disaster by sheer force of will.” TraumaDisassociation Book:Mothers' Instinct Source: Mothers' Instinct
“And then someone else would come out with another, even more appalling story: quick, quick, let’s hear about another misfortune that happened to someone else, something that could have happened to us if we were unlucky, although we weren’t.” GossipSchadenfreude Book:Mothers' Instinct Source: Mothers' Instinct