“Let me know when and where do you wanna meet,” read the last line.
Sometimes the whole of who we perceive ourselves to be is nothing more than how we fit into the contexts of what we mean to other people.
Let’s be happy, okay?
I can’t stop crying.
If I truly affirm everything, feel that everything that happens is as it’s supposed to happen because it did in fact happen, what do I make of the intense grief I experience with the loss of a loved one?
It’s now been five years since that first day in Texas when I found myself in the tight grip of anxiety and of depersonalization.
There’s nothing more heartbreaking (and possibly life-changing) than looking through a recently deceased person’s personal belongings.
Life has a way of demanding us to step the fuck up. It doesn’t want us to hide and cower and avoid and distract our feelings away. Why have we become so ashamed of having feelings? Be sad!
How often do you get angry? Now how often do you get angry for the right reason?
I vowed never again to attend another non-denominational church.