Kelly Peacock

Could you survive the vicious Hunger Games arena?

Maybe this is me moving on. Maybe this is me finally taking off the rose-tinted glasses and seeing our relationship for what it truly was. Attachment.

Find a love that is warm, like feeling the sun on your skin.

But if this is the kind of love that people write songs about, then you two will find each other again one day.

With stretching and breathing and moving my body in gentle ways, I will – one day – know what it’s like to be relaxed. One day I will know what it’s like to be at peace in the body I’m in.

The thing about closure is that you don’t really need it in the way you think you do. Oftentimes, it’s better to give yourself the closure you need, not to go after the closure you think you need.

Remember that they were someone important to you at one point in this life, someone who you once shared beautiful moments with, someone who made you who you are today — and that is something to be grateful for.

I believe that insecurity is a means of warning, telling you that you are in need of healing. You are in need of healing from within.

It doesn’t always have to be grand gestures and big moments that make the heart flutter. A this-is-what-I’ve-been-waiting-for kind of moment. 

I know how hard it is to care for someone and still know they’re not good for you. You wear the rose-colored glasses as if you’re supposed to, and you let the rest be. 

Gut feelings, guardian angels, spirit guides — whatever you call them, there is something greater and more powerful than us, moving things around in our favor and connecting us to other souls in this Universe through a chain of light.

Whatever is going to happen in this new, twisted anthology will happen, and we are beyond ready.

All I can think about is bodywork, a healing practice for recovery, for undigested trauma. There’s a connection between the mind and the body: our brain remembers moments we want to forget and forgets details we need to remember in order to heal. 

What happens when a group of teenage girls survive a plane crash and become stranded on a deserted island?

Even though I actively tell myself, “Relax. You’re safe,” there is a part of my brain that says “Tense up. You’re in danger.”

Every person who you believed was the one for you will bury themselves into a distilled memory the way they’re supposed to like the way dust settles into the nooks and crannies of our pockets.

The fact of the matter is that healing is supposed to hurt. It’s your heart’s way of telling you “I’m getting better. We’ll be alright.”

If they make you believe in something beautiful and that all the heartache and longing was worth it–tell them.