After I got over the terrible pain of having something of mine taken from me, I began to think how bad everybody else must be feeling. It wasn't a nice time.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
One day I was sitting in my own pain, and suddenly all the pain and troubles of the world came to me. I received all the pain of the world, all through my body.
It was painful, but sometimes you must have these painful moments where you tear yourself away from something that isn't working.
It is quite amazing what I didn't feel after a while. I didn't really want to feel things.
Chasing the sensation. Whether it was drugs or sex or whatever. Those things had become my main focus in life.
I felt I came back rather quickly from being ill and didn't give myself the time to reflect.
I was hurting. I had some ailments I was dealing with. It's not like I was holding out.
My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.
I spent half my life being hurt. The leftovers of hurt are an automatic gesture, like a dog that salivates.
In treatment, all of the negative things I did were stripped away and I had to start processing my feelings.
It was a lovely feeling, dying. I can remember being in the hospital, all wired up to tubes and thinking, 'If only you'd take these tubes out, it feels so nice.' It felt so - it felt like being in a bath of velvet. It was such a nice feeling. Everything felt so soft and floppy, and I wanted to go.