Telling the truth. I finally have that with my boyfriend, and that makes me vulnerable constantly. Without vulnerability, you're not really alive. Your vulnerability is your power. Sitting in your house alone, breathing through it. Calling a friend when you need to cry. Being really honest in your therapist's office. Whatever it is. Bringing it into a role, for me. It is your power.
Almost one half of our time is spent in telling and hearing evil of one another. . . and every hour brings forth something strange and terrible to fill up our discourse and our astonishment.