Colleen George

My dear, soon it is will be your time.

Healing takes time. Healing means hanging on when you feel as though there is nothing to hold on to. Healing means facing all of your fears and being vulnerable to all of the pain moving through your body.

So if you spend today, or the next few days, just trying to survive. it’s okay.

Let your heart break a little, every single day. For the break in your heart lets the vulnerability out and the love in.

When you’re feeling down on life, I hope you can accept that feelings come and go and that even this feeling, no matter how hard, is fleeting.

And then one day, one moment, it was all gone. The hopes, the possibilities, the lovely moments that the future had in store for the two of you have washed away as if they had never existed.

We are seriously all too hard on ourselves. Every single day. Scratch that. Every single minute.

Allow the universe to be on your side. Let go of the control, and focus on what you value and what you deserve.

I want you to know that you are going to be okay one day soon, and I want you to understand that feeling bad doesn’t make you a bad person.

No one realizes that under your smile, you’re struggling with pain and exhaustion. No one knows that under your kindness, you are suffering from loneliness and confusion.

You are better than this. You are too good for them. You don’t deserve a halfway kind of love. You don’t deserve uncertainty and you certainly should be more than just someone’s back up safety plan.

Remember that today was just one day.

And though we didn’t last, what he had still matters. It still changed my life. You still changed my life.

Thank you for knowing when I need you, even if I don’t always tell you.

We really want a concrete ending, a period at the end of the chapter. But we usually feel like we are left with a comma, left taking a breath in the middle of a sentence.

Sometimes it hurts before it heals, and sometimes it burns before it calms. Sometimes it aches before it soothes, and sometimes it all falls down before it begins to grow.

Your twenties are hard. We forget to say this sometimes. We forget to reassure each other that it’s okay to be struggling.

I wasn’t ready to lose you, I wasn’t ready to live without you.