Is perfection a place, or just a glimpse at hard work's face?
What the hell is going on? Why are you all of a sudden totally paranoid and plagued by these anxieties? And why is everything so distorted and confusing and fucked up? My lifestyle hadn't changed that much. And then I realized, well, there's something going on inside of me that I don't have control over, and then you realize how vulnerable you are to these things, these elements that you can't understand. It's like you're being betrayed by your body. I'd gotten to that point where nothing was working. I was borderline suicidal, and everything was totally fucked, and I was just like, "What can I do?"
when I'm rushing on my run, and I feel just like Jesus' son, and I guess that I just don't know