Courage is tired legs, open minds, callous hands, warm hearts, pouring tears, and effortless smiles.
Anxiety and depression tell you the same lies
We are the world.
“People labeled me a spaz. I label myself unbreakable.”
I am captivated by human catharsis. How beautiful it is to find something you can pour your soul into, and then, more importantly, to give yourself permission to surrender to that something.
Sometimes we see instead a blur within a crowd. We see a stranger, a structure of bones, wrapped in a shade of cream, dark or light, features we see in ourselves, but arranged and designed differently.