Every weird thing you do before bed. From creating concoctions of coconut oil and lavender to put in your hair to prepping your weekly vitamins in color coordinated pill boxes, she’s literally seen it all.
Everyone probably knows someone or is friends with someone that experiences anxiety. It can be really hard to know what to say to these friends if you haven’t actually had anxiety yourself.
Leave the small talk behind you, and fill in the spaces with what you love.
Old souls don’t settle. They honestly would rather be dead than to ever settle. They have always known that they can’t do casual relationships like most people their age. They can’t stomach the idea of being intimate with someone who they hardly know, and they won’t give into peer pressure to have one night stands.
We don’t know how to breakup anymore. Because we don’t know how to feel. We’re too scared. Scared that if we feel too much, we may not ever be the same. Scared that if we break too much, we may not ever be able to stand again. Scared to admit that we loved someone. And to admit that we lost them too.
You learn that you aren’t, and won’t ever be, defined by someone else’s perspective of you.
I’m done saying sorry. I’m done being treated like I am the worst person in the world because I have to take care of my mental health before I take care of other people. I’m done having to say sorry to people who don’t understand what I am going through. I’m done apologizing for taking care of me.
She is going to leave you. Not because of the things you did, but because of the things that you didn’t do. She is going to leave you. Not because of things you said, but because of the things you never said.
My grandmother never taught me to be scared. She was light, and laughter… a pen pal, a side kick. My Peter Pan.
When night fell I stumbled in the dark
I thought you’d give me a hand
Or maybe instead just hold mine in it.
And therein taught me lesson five
On lighting my own candles