I have two nexuses of sadness about the Mormon Church. The first is the effect the Church’s position on homosexuality has on Mormons.
Sometimes, people end up thankful for what they mourned. You cannot achieve this state by seeking tragedy, but you can keep yourself open more to sorrow’s richness than to unmediated despair. Tragedies with happy endings may be sentimental tripe, or they may be the true meaning of love.
Loving our own children is an exercise for the imagination.
Your gender identity is who you are. Sexual identity is who you bounce that off of.
You need to take the traumas and make them part of who you’ve come to be, and you need to fold the worst events of your life into a narrative of triumph, evincing a better self in response to things that hurt.
That, in essence, is the catastrophe of suicide for those who survive: not only the loss of someone, but the loss of the chance to persuade that person to act differently, the loss of the chance to connect.
Depression means that you have no point of view.
Depression is the flaw in love. There’s no such thing as love without the anticipation of loss. And that specter of despair can be the engine of intimacy.
We see people of kindness, compassion, and possibly even faith being told, “Because of a characteristic with which you were born, you are evil and bad.” Anything that even implies such a stance is profoundly toxic.
Treating an identity as an illness invites real illness to make a braver stand.
I don’t accept subtractive models of love, only additive ones. And I believe that in the same way we need species diversity to ensure that the planet can go on, so we need this diversity of affection and diversity of family in order to strengthen the ecosphere of kindness.
Ease makes less of an impression on us than struggle.
Science still won’t explain the mysterious nature of love and despair.
One of the things that frequently gets lost in descriptions of depression is that the depressed person often knows that it is a ludicrous condition to feel so disabled by the ordinary business of quotidian life.
Our needs are our greatest asset. It turns out I’ve learned to give all the things that I need.
I just look at my own life, which is full of error as all life is. I have done plenty of things that I am not proud of.
Kids with Down syndrome are, by and large, quite affectionate and relatively guileless, and frequently, the attachments to them grow and deepen. And the meaning that parents find in it grows and deepens.
I like the relative literacy of at least some of England. I mean, I didn’t come for the food or the weather!
The strengthening of faith, I think, is the ultimate goal of organized religion altogether.
Living with depression is like trying to keep your balance while you dance with a goat – it is perfectly sane to prefer a partner with a better sense of balance.