I believe that words are strong, that they can overwhelm what we fear when fear seems more awful than life is good.
Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance.
Life itself seemed so alarmingly exigent, to require so much of the self. It was too difficult to remember and think and express and understand - all things I needed to be able to do to talk. To keep my face animated at the same time was insult added to injury. It was like trying to cook and roller-skate and sing and type all at once.
I chose fat and functional over slender and miserable.