“I was walking around in an almost blind, crazy rage of madness. There was a story burning a hole in my brain, and it was dying to come out on paper. It was begging of me to create it, but I didn’t know where to begin. A month after giving birth to the idea, I felt like I was losing my mind. Ideas would pop into my head in the middle of the night, or during a midterm, and I missed them, quite narrowly, almost every time. Every time an idea left my mind without taking the shape of a word on paper, my mind would automatically begin to churn something just as impressive, or at least close to it. I was digging myself into a shallow grave, and I was getting nowhere. And this was even before the thoughts were committed to paper.” LifeWritingDeathBrainCrazyBirthMadnessBlindRageStoryHole Author:Leigh Hershkovich
“There was not an inch of solid ground anywhere in the world for me to call my own. I didn't belong anywhere. Had I disappeared, no one would have noticed.” WorldLoveHomeDeathDisappear Book:Shattered Illusions Source: Shattered Illusions
“I don't know where I am- somewhere between heaven and hell, a place of utter terror and endless confusion.” LifeDeathHeavenHell Book:Shattered Illusions Source: Shattered Illusions