Jackie Hill

Look, we are all broken and damaged in some way. It is okay to not be okay.

Do not let anyone downplay the severity of your emotional pain.

Here’s the thing: it’s better to do short, intense bursts of exercise than to do the opposite. So the whole excuse of not having the time? Bologna.

My anxiety is a grotesque, slimy creature that feeds off of canceled plans and inner turmoil. I don’t like it, and I don’t like its friends.

As I blow the dust off of the sarcophagus of our friendship, I’m reminded just how long it has been since we’ve parted ways. I know nothing about you now, you are a static character in my mind.

I’m done with guys and gals alike feeling like they can’t be sad when someone ghosts them, because you can’t lose what you never had, right? Wrong. You are allowed to be upset, you are allowed to be angry and sad, you’re even allowed to reach out and politely ask for an explanation. Just don’t hold your breath on a legitimate response.