A luminous memoir about how friendship saved one woman’s life, for anyone who has loved a friend who was sick, grieving, or lost—and for anyone who has struggled to seek or accept help
Eva Hagberg Fisher spent her lonely youth looking everywhere for connection: drugs, alcohol, therapists, boyfriends, girlfriends. Sometimes she found it, but always temporarily. Then, at age thir...
A luminous memoir about how friendship saved one woman’s life, for anyone who has loved a friend who was sick, grieving, or lost—and for anyone who has struggled to seek or accept help
Eva Hagberg Fisher spent her lonely youth looking everywhere for connection: drugs, alcohol, therapists, boyfriends, girlfriends. Sometimes she found it, but always temporarily. Then, at age thirty, an undiscovered mass in her brain ruptured. So did her life. A brain surgery marked only the beginning of a long journey, and when her illness hit a critical stage, it forced her to finally admit the long‑suppressed truth: she was vulnerable, she needed help, and she longed to grow. She needed true friendship for the first time.
How to Be Loved is the story of how an isolated person’s life was ripped apart only to be gently stitched back together through friendship, and the recovery—of many stripes—that came along the way. It explores the isolation so many of us feel despite living in an age of constant connectivity; how our ambitions sometimes pull us apart more than bring us together; and how a simple doughnut, delivered by a caring soul, can become the essence of what makes a life valuable. With gorgeous prose shot through with empathy, pain, fear, and the secret truths inside all of us, Eva writes about the friends who taught her to grow up and open her heart—and how the relentlessness of suffering can give rise to the greatest joy.
A group of us with an hour to spare between the end of the meeting and the start of classes on the campus across the street used to get lunch together at an outside food court a block away. I started joining, tentatively, hanging back, focusing on my burrito, my pad thai, still trying to figure out here the ladder was and where I might belong. Whenever Allison spoke, it was clear she ran the place. It was confusing to me because she was also the most open, the quickest to admit she didn't know what to do. I'd never seen someone show that much of her soft belly and receive that much respect. I wanted to connect with her, but I couldn't figure out my angle of approach. Were we equals about to bond? Was she the alpha and I the beta? Vice versa? Was I smarter than her? Was she smarter than me?... (查看原文)
A pause I didn’t feel like I’d come to grad school to make friends. My cohorts were my competition. Or they were people I could maybe sleep with. Or people who could help me get ahead. But I didn’t think friendship was going to be a central part of my grad school experience. Accomplishment was. (查看原文)
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