Suicide Carries In Its Aftermath A Level

Children Need The Freedom And Time To Play. Play Is Not A Luxury; The Time Spent Engaged In It Is Not Time That Could Be Better Spent In More Formal Educational Pursuits. Play Is A Necessity.

I Was Late To Understand That Chaos And Intensity Are No Subsitute For Lasting Love, Nor Are They Necessarily An Improvement On Real Life. Normal People Are Not Always Boring. On The Contrary. Volatility And Passion, Although Often More Romantic And Enticing, Are Not Intrinsically Preferable To A Steadiness Of Experience And Feeling About Another Person.

I Have Often Asked Myself Whether, Given The Choice, I Would Choose To Have Manic-depressive Illness. If Lithium Were Not Available To Me, Or Didn't Work For Me, The Answer Would Be A Simple No... And It Would Be An Answer Laced With Terror. But Lithium Does Work For Me, And Therefore I Can Afford To Pose The Question. Strangely Enough, I Think I Would Choose To Have It. It's Complicated.

St. Andrews Provided A Gentle Forgetfulness Over The Preceding Painful Years Of My Life. It Remains A Haunting And Lovely Time To Me, A Marrow Experience. For One Who During Her Undergraduate Years Was Trying To Escape An Inexplicable Weariness And Despair, St. Andrews Was An Amulet Against All Manner Of Longing And Loss, A Year Of Gravely Held But Joyous Remembrances.

I Had A Terrible Temper, After All, And Though It Rarely Erupted, When It Did It Frightened Me And Anyone Near Its Epicenter. It Was The Only Crack, But A Disturbing One, In The Otherwise Vacuum-sealed Casing Of My Behavior.