The worst part about having a mental illness is people expect you to behave as if you don’t.[written in his notebook]
You treat a disease, you win, you lose. You treat a person, I guarantee you, you’ll win, no matter what the outcome.
Humanity is the disease, Inferno is the cure.
You’re a disease. And I’m the cure.
When my son was born healthy, I never asked why. Why was I so lucky? What did I do to deserve this perfect child? This perfect life? But when he got sick, you can bet I asked why, I demanded to know why. Why was this happening?
Sounds like someone’s sick. How lovely. I do hope it’s serious. Something dreadful.
Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I’m sick. To help me through all this. You’re my angel.[to Landon]