http://slow.writerscafe.org/gloriousjorious The original writings of author gloriousjorious en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033055 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “...the heart has no tearsto give, - it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.”Harriet Beecher Stowe, UncleTom’s Cabin  Harper’sfuneral was a small one.  There was noextravagant send off.  No long speeches orpoignant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gloriousjorious/1778427/ “While I thought I waslearning how to live, I have been learning how to die.”Leonardo da Vinci  Itwas worsening.  The deadness was creepingin.  Harper could feel it, like clammyfingers prodding her ever weakening body. It was like a bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gloriousjorious/1778424/ “Don’tlook forward to the day when you stop suffering, because when it comes you’llknow you’re dead.”Tennessee Williams  Harperawoke with the feeling of disorientation familiar with that of childhood.  Where you would fall asleep i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gloriousjorious/1777400/ “I am the girl you seein the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the onewho is in fact soon to be gone. When you look at the picture again, I want toassure you, I will no longer be there.”Elizabeth Wurtzel, ProzacNationHarperfelt it strange to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gloriousjorious/1771315/ “Peoplecannot abide being around you when you are depressed.”Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and MadnessIt was that timeof the month again.  Well actuallyweek.  Or make that every goddamnedday.  For Harper almost every second ofevery .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gloriousjorious/1770725/ “Depression is aphysical illness.”Terry BradshawHarpersat alone within the cafe, her tall mug of black coffee her onlycompanion.  She gripped it tightly, theceramic sides burning her hands, but she did not care.  Nor did she notice the dull ache at the frontof her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gloriousjorious/1770253/ "My goal is to see that mental illness is treated like cancer." Jane Pauley  “Whatdo you want to drink, baby girl?” Harper’s mum, Lois, peered over the menu at her daughter.“Blackcoffee,” Harper replied. “Black.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gloriousjorious/1770239/ “Nothing burns like the cold. Butonly for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and aftera while you don't have the strength to fight it.” George R.R Martin, A Game of Thrones  The garden wasthe only place Harper enjoyed about the hospital .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gloriousjorious/1770237/ why did youbring me into this worldI think I wouldhave been better offif a surgical masked strangerhad of scraped me out of your womband disposed of meno morethan a small clutch of cellsthat you could preventgrowing into thisfresh facedtwenty year oldnightmarewhose parents still wage warov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gloriousjorious/1770235/ the way the light fellthrough my second hand curtainsand hit your faceturned me from girlto poetyour sun dappled featuresturned upwardgreeting the warmththe rays bouncing offyour irisesthat were neither bluenor greenbut botha mixture of two huesthat reflected your soula soul split in twoa soul torny.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gloriousjorious/1770219/ “Mental illness, of course, is not literally a 'thing' - or physical object - and hence it can 'exist' only in the same sort of way in which other theoretical concepts exist.” Thomas Szasz The Sydney Morning HeraldOctober 23rd, 2011What Everybody Ought To Kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gloriousjorious/1770190/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gloriousjorious/1770189/