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Cheryl Strayed (/ˈstreɪd/; née Nyland; born September 17, 1968) is an American memoirist, novelist, essayist and podcast host. The author of four books, her award-winning writing has been published widely in national magazines and anthologies.

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The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods. It took me four years, seven months, and three days to do it. I didn't know where I was going until I got there. It was a place called the Bridge of the Gods.

Bridges, Gods, Place, Seven, Seven Months, Years

…the death of my mother was the thing that made me believe the most deeply in my safety: nothing bad could happen to me, I thought. The worst thing already had.

Bad, Believe, Mother, Safety, Thing

Not everyone wants to know everything their partner did. Maybe it's enough to say, "Things aren't going well in our marriage. I've made mistakes. I don't think you've been a good partner to me. How do we go forward together?" I think there's a different answer for every couple. But I think intimacy is asking that question.

Answer, Couple, Mistake, Question, Things, Thinking

But compassion isn't about solutions. It's about giving all the love that you've got.

Compassion, Empathy, Giving, Love, Solutions

Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren't a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.

Alone, Felt, Inspirational, Life Changing, Like, Rooms

Once I was in a cafe in Portland and the woman at the next table and I began chatting and in the course of our conversation she strongly recommend I visit this web site called 'The Rumpus' so I could read this advice column called 'Dear Sugar. ' It was so painful not to tell her that in fact I was Sugar, but I didn't.

Advice, Cafes, Course, Dear, Portland, Strongly

My concept of an advice giver had been a therapist or a know-it-all, and then I realized nobody listens to the know-it-alls. You turn to the people you know, the friend who has been in the thick of it or messed up - and I'm that person for sure.

Advice, Giver, Know It All, Listens, People

My whole life sort of ended when my mom died.

Died, Mom, Sort, Whole, Whole Life

I set my toothbrush down, then leaned into the mirror and stared into my own eyes. I could feel myself disintegrating inside myself like a past-bloom flower in the wind. Every time I moved a muscle, another petal of me blew away. Please, I thought. Please.

Flower, Inspirational, Life Changing, Stared, Time, Toothbrush

No' is golden. 'No' is the kind of power the good witch wields. It's the way whole, healthy, emotionally evolved people manage to have relationships with jackasses while limiting the amount of jackass in their lives.

People, Healthy, Golden, Lives, Jackasses

Uncertain as I was as I pushed forward, I felt right in my pushing, as if the effort itself meant something. That perhaps being amidst the undesecrated beauty of the wilderness meant I too could be undesecrated, regardless of the regrettable things I'd done to others or myself or the regrettable things that had been done to me. Of all the things I'd been skeptical about, I didn't feel skeptical about this: the wilderness had a clarity that included me.

Done, Effort, Meant, Pushed, Pushing, Regardless

Looking back at my younger self, that I'm not so different than I am now. I was always a seeker. I wanted very ambitiously to be a writer and what happened between now and then is that I continually threw myself in the way of those things that would help me become that, of doing and finding and learning from things that altered me along the way.

Different, Helping, Now And Then, Self, Younger

One Christmas at the very beginning of your twenties when your mother gives you a warm coat that she saved for months to buy, don’t look at her skeptically after she tells you she thought the coat was perfect for you. Don’t hold it up and say it’s longer than you like your coats to be and too puffy and possibly even too warm. Your mother will be dead by spring. That coat will be the last gift she gave you. You will regret the small thing you didn’t say for the rest of your life. Say thank you.

Mother, Regret, Spring, Tells, Like

Being so alone and so silent for so long gave me the opportunity to see how our brains actually work. I think of that so often in my regular life, as I'm always interacting with people or with my computer or phone.

Gave, Opportunity, People, Phone, Phones, Thinking

I think a lot of people have the idea of an editor being someone who comes in like a dictator, and says, "You can't have that scene. " And it never is like that - or perhaps some editors are like that and they're assholes, and they're not good editors. A good editor actually says, "I respect you" and they understand that you have a vision and they're actually trying to help you realize it.

Help, People, Perhaps, Says, Thinking, Vision

The universe, I'd learned, was never, ever kidding. It would take whatever it wanted and it would never give it back.

Back, Give, Giving, Inspirational, Life Changing, Universe

. . . the ultimate dwindling resource in the human arrangement isn’t cheap oil or potable water or even common sense, but mercy.

Oil, Common Sense, Water, Mercy, Arrangement, Common

In your twenties you're becoming who you're going to be and so you might as well not be an asshole.

Asshole, Becoming, Might, Twenties

I was trying to find a new home in the world.

Home, Trying, World

I grew up in northern Minnesota on 40 acres of wooded land 20 miles from the nearest town, and so the wilderness was home. It was not an unsafe place. I had that advantage. But there are so many representations of the wilderness being dangerous. You know, depictions of wild animals attacking people. It's like, "No, we kill those animals in far greater numbers than they kill us. "

Animal, Dangerous, Home, Kill, Numbers, Wilderness

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