Authenticity is bright, my loves. It’s a hot, white, brilliant light that will scorch your eyes like the sun. It refuses to go unnoticed.
We idealize our parents so much that we trick our brains into thinking they can do no wrong. And then we are devastated beyond repair when they do.
I was so certain that the toxic cycle I was in was what was supposed to be happening to me, that I couldn’t step out of myself to question it.
Figuring out how to handle your jealousy of others, and understanding that when a friend or a coworker has a huge accomplishment or hits a big life milestone, it’s okay to feel happy for them but to also feel a little envious and panicked at the same time.
Never change yourself for other people. Let them hate you, despise you, shake you, and break you ─ but never change for them. You are you; be yourself.
What I’ve learned, though, is that human beings are malleable and fluid creatures that are in a constant state of becoming.
Look at the world as if you’re writing a novel and you’re desperate to make it feel human – notice the little details in the objects surrounding you, notice the little quirks in your coworkers and your spouse and the barista you see two days a week
When I am on the train now, and I watch two people recognize each other and say hello, I am overcome with a rush of gratitude over the fact that I am not one of them.
Sometimes you just go through your day feeling functional and okay and above water, but still not alive. Just chugging along, paying the bills, doing what you need to do to be an adult, being ‘fine.’
There are plenty of other people who want to have children. I don’t need to be one of them.