At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.
So many stories lived behind my eyes. I carried the people I hurt, the lies I told, my sick relationship with food, wherever I went. My mind was rarely grounded in the moment. My past was heavy and constant; my thoughts wouldn__ leave me alone. But when I was with the shelter dogs, I didn__ have anything to hide. Sometimes what existed behind my eyes fell away. I wasn__ bulimic or unlovable or fat or a liar. I was a part of life again. I was an observer, and to more than just the dark cyclical patterns of the mind__ere was the strong, sturdy presence of another__he breath moving in and out of Angel__ chest, the beating of her heart, the force of life moving through her and through me.
Pound for Pound: A Story of One Woman's Recovery and the Shelter Dogs Who Loved Her Back to Life
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So many stories lived behind my eyes. I carried the people I hurt, the lies I told, my sick relationship with food, wherever I went. My mind was rarely grounded in the moment. My past was heavy and constant; my thoughts wouldn__ leave me alone. But when I was with the shelter dogs, I didn__ have anything to hide. Sometimes what existed behind my eyes fell away. I wasn__ bulimic or unlovable or fat or a liar. I was a part of life again. I was an observer, and to more than just the dark cyclical patterns of the mind__ere was the strong, sturdy presence of another__he breath moving in and out of Angel__ chest, the beating of her heart, the force of life moving through her and through me.
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