Still Alice

“What’s he like?”
Lydia’s smile jumped ahead of her answer.
“He’s very tall, outdoorsy, a little shy.”

“What’s he like with you?”
“He’s very sweet. He loves how smart I am, he’s so proud of my acting, he brags about me a lot, it’s almost embarrassing. You’d like him.”
“What are you like with him?”
Lydia considered this for several moments, as if she hadn’t before.

morning she tried to do something else. She tried to clean, to garden, to read, but all she could manage to do effectively was worry

was a collaborative effort to know something valuable and give it to the world

Alice couldn’t free up to go. As she looked at Lydia’s pained eyes, she couldn’t remember now what those urgent things had been

The Lace Reader by Brunonia Barry.

New Earth by Eckhart Tolle

grotesquely wrong.

I used to be someone who knew a lot. No one asks for my opinion or advice anymore. I miss that. I used to be curious and independent and confident. I miss being sure of things. There’s no peace in being unsure of everything all the time. I miss doing everything easily. I miss being a part of what’s happening. I miss feeling wanted. I miss my life and my family. I loved my life and family.

But to tell the truth, she was very far from okay.