Working in a morgue could have been my therapy.

 Working in a morgue could have been my therapy.

― Atrona Grizel

When I reach the point of nearly taking my own life because of thoughts I consider serious, and I throw myself out into the street, that intensity subsides; the street’s superficiality, indifference, and constant motion remind me—almost as if saving my life—that nothing is actually serious, including me as a person.

― Atrona Grizel