To marvel at, explicitly. To worship, overtly. To raise my gaze upwards when I look to you, but to not stop there, to go even further – and to do it, ever – so proudly.
“When she spent two hours helping me find my keys in a dumpster.”
My journey is Heartbreak. Childhood Trauma. Iraq’s Warzone. Helplessness. Stigma. My journey is Bipolar Disorder. PTSD. And a fierce case of acute anxiety with a sprinkle of panic disorder on top. My journey is survival, finding hope, and sharing my experiences because the vibrations you create will be returned as an even greater echo.
All I have ever wanted was to be the girl that a guy sees as irreplaceable, but that has never been the case.
Cut yourself some slack, you’re doing the best you can.
You check your phone every 5–10 minutes for notifications.
You feel like your life is shattering around you, splintering in the wake of chaos. You feel like you are dancing on broken glass, shards jutting into the tender soles of your feet.
Going for your big dreams allow you to learn from failure and success. What does it mean to fail and what can one do about it? Easy, you learn from it and you take it as a challenge to improve and do better next time. You therefore grow in character and in the skills you possess.