The truth – a truth I’ve realized at long last – is that this is my life and I’m not here to live it privy to anyone else’s opinions or expectations.
The idea of choice seems exciting, but it can also feel terrifying to know that you truly are the creator of your own life.
Life is fluid, and people come and go.
I am here to take responsibility for my choices.
When you’re spending all of your energy covering them up, you’ll never fix them.
You are worthy. You are beautiful. You are so incredibly lovable.
Self-care, in the end, is simply a higher level of coping.
You’ve got this. You really do.
I am living proof that a person can move through life and seem well-adjusted, even capable, while drowning inside.
I would tell you that I’m so glad you’re back, I really am. But … we need to take things slow. After all, you did leave me.