I mourned the fact that there will never be a possibility of us having a good relationship, no matter how badly I may want one. I accepted that there have been people and friends I have met along my journey that have been more help and guidance to me than my mom ever was or will be.
Is it possible this word is being used a little too much?
The little red hearts are contagious as they fuel the insatiable quest for more self-worth, validation, and societal acceptance.
You never have to compete with anyone – and a healthy partner would never want anyone who they truly love and cherish to feel like they’re competing with anybody anyway.
I love myself. Truly and always, I love myself. And for the first time in a long time, I am putting myself first.
Reading Brynn’s poetry is like reading the diary you never took the time to write.
Loving a narcissist is not beautiful. It is not artistic. It is not romantic. It causes nothing but pain and we need to stop focusing on the pain.
I have a guarded heart but it’s only because I’m worried that others won’t understand my old soul.
Look at their actions and the consistency of their actions and not just focus on what they say or how they say it.
Falsehoods about parents always being loving and having our best interests at heart simply do not cut it when it comes to manipulative, toxic and abusive parents.