Tragedy Plus Time Equals Humor.

I Didn't Know My Mother Had It. I Think A Lot Of Women Don't Know Their Mothers Had It; That's The Sad Thing About Depression. You Know, You Don't Function Anymore. You Shut Down. You Feel Like You Are In A Void.

You Can Do Everything You Can To Try To Stop Bad Things From Happening To You, But Eventually Things Will Happen, So The Best Prevention Is A Positive Attitude.

When I Look In The Mirror, I See My Late Mother: I Have Her Nose, Her Dark Eyes - I Call Them Chocolate Eyes - I Have Her Colouring, And My Hair Is Greying The Same Way, Although I Use Colour And She Didn't.

We Know Well And We Know Chronically Ill, But There Is A Whole Bunch Of Gray In Between Where I Think We Can Heal People Before They Become Chronically Sick. I Believe Our Thoughts Make Us Sick.

I Found For Me That My Safe Place Was Work. I Could Control My Environment. I Became Very Fastidious And Detailed, And Wanted Things A Certain Way.