When You Stop Explaining Yourself to Everyone
There comes a point, quietly and almost without ceremony, when you begin to feel tired of explaining yourself. Not the kind of tired that sleep
I wrote this book in the language I didn’t yet know for the woman I was becoming.
"This book is a living thing.
It was not written to be read.
It was spoken, beneath the skin,
where the voice of the soul has always been.
These are not chapters.
They are thresholds.
Each one a veil lifted.
Each one a truth you thought you had to bury to survive.
If you have ever loved beyond logic,
stayed when it made no sense,
heard God in the rain,
or been hunted for your clarity,
this book already knows you.
— Page 214
— Page 14
There comes a point, quietly and almost without ceremony, when you begin to feel tired of explaining yourself. Not the kind of tired that sleep
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