I guard myself with sky-high walls, and it’s not because I don’t have massive amounts of love to share, but I just don’t know if my love, my being, my essence could be loved with the same intensity.
Each time I skip over an opportunity to be vulnerable, I move further away from allowing people to learn my language. When I shy away from being honest about my hurt feelings because somewhere in my past taught me that sharing didn’t actually matter, I then invalidate my own voice.
Does Kobe Bryant dying suddenly absolve him of his past? No—why would it? But does it mean that people cannot mourn him or idolize him if they see fit?
I think those like me with anxiety know that there is no way in hell we could survive a room full of people talking too much.
I’ll pass on the pleasantries, passive aggressiveness and people pleasing because none of that constructive for my life.
When you streamline your commitment to loving yourself so much that no one can shake your peace, I promise you’ll be able to discern who is in your life to love you for you and who is in your life to take from you.
These laws protect no one.
How can we responsibly live a life we love without sabotaging every would-be experience before they can begin?
No matter what kind of crisis you’re having, the answer is the same: look within.
How much grieving am I going to do as an adult regarding things that happened as a teenager? The grief is not empowering nor productive for me.