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I walked and I walked, my mind shifting into a primal gear that was void of anything but forward motion, and I walked until walking became unbearable, until I believed I couldn't walk even one more step. And then I ran.
Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
“The void?” I'd asked, crestfallen. “It's a good thing, she said. It's the place where things are born, where they begin. Think about how a black hole absorbs energy and then releases it into something that's new and alive.”
Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
I could feel myself disintegrating inside myself like a past-bloom flower…Every time I moved a muscle, another petal of me blew away.
Cheryl Strayed
I had problems a therapist couldn't solve; grief that no man in a room could ameliorate.
Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
It seemed to me the way it must feel to people who cut themselves on purpose. Not pretty, but clean. Not good, but void of regret. I was trying to heal. Trying to get the bad out of my system so I could be good again. To cure me of myself.
Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
...but thinking about it didn't do a thing. Thinking about it was a long dive into a bucket of shit that didn't have a bottom.
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