“My mother died fast but not all of a sudden. A slow-burning fire when flames disappear to smoke and then smoke to air. She never once closed her eyes. First they were bitter and then they were bewildered and then they changed again to something else, to a state that I have had, finally, to see as he…”— Cheryl Strayed, junklit.comTagged: The Person You'll Become, Breakdown = Breakthrough