In thirty-five years, Jeanne Marie had moved more than fifteen times from one apartment to another and from one house to another, each time taking the shoes she wore on her wedding day with her.
I feel nostalgic for who I once was, for the days when I had something to be proud of, I miss those days when I was at peace with myself and happy with who I am, I miss those days when I was spontaneous
Today, on my forty-seventh birthday, I re-read the suicide note I wrote on my twenty-seventh birthday about two minutes before my wife came into my room and told me she was pregnant; I felt then that I had a reason to live for, and today, after our nineteenth year of a happy marriage;
“If you want to escape the things that really bother you, what you need isn't to be in a different place; But it's to be a different person.” - Roman philosopher Seneca.