Caring For Myself Is Not Self-indulgence, It

We Cannot Settle For The Pretenses Of Connection, Or For The Parodies Of Self-love.

You Know How Fighting Fish Do It? They Blow Bubbles And In Each One Of Those Bubbles Is An Egg And They Float The Egg Up To The Surface. They Keep This Whole Heavy Nest Of Eggs Floating, And They're Constantly Repairing It. It's As If They Live In Both Elements.

When I Dare To Be Powerful - To Use My Strength In The Service Of My Vision, Then It Becomes Less And Less Important Whether I Am Afraid.

I Am A Bleak Heroism Of Words That Refuse To Be Buried Alive With The Liars.

I Have Come To Believe That Caring For Myself Is Not Self-indulgent. Caring For Myself Is An Act Of Survival.