I am sure that the sad days and happenings were rare and that I lived the joyous and careless life of other children but just because the happy days were so habitual to me they made no impression upon my mind and I can no longer recall them.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
