I was outgoing and wanted to create things, and then I just wanted to disappear.
I told myself I'm in charge of my life — not my father, not a bruise on my face, not even my sense of hopeless. I told myself I can control my future and my happiness.
Food symbolized strength, and rebellion. It was a declaration of triumph that she, a Jewish woman, survived Hitler’s regime. She was indestructible.
Somehow they never, ever breakout even though coffee and alcohol are basically their only means of hydration and they just eat pizza and Pop-Tarts.
"People would come in, they’d be diagnosed with a viral illness, then they’d be discharged. They’d come back in a month or two to die."
When a shy, retiring woman speaks out and the first words out of her lips are about a dangerously abusive culture, that sounds a little bit like a woman asking for help.