Lauren Jarvis-Gibson

You will go through pain and you will go through heartache, but your heart will be okay. You will be okay.

A relationship that doesn’t make you feel adored or loved. We all deserve someone who gives us every reason to believe in ourselves and make us realize how lovable we are. 

Leo: You spent 2017 ignoring what was right in front you. You spent 2017 being far too stubborn for your own good. Let 2018 be the year you let down your walls. It’s not cute to act like you have no feelings!

Scorpio: The love of life itself. Forget relationships, you’re going to fall in love with life instead! The year of 2018 is the year you regain your confidence in yourself and with the world. You’re going to feel so happy and content, and honestly, you won’t want to be tied down. You are going to want to experience your adventures on your own. 

I think you knew deep down, I could have given you everything. Maybe you were too scared to give it a shot. Maybe you weren’t strong enough to try.

You want her back now. But I’m afraid, it’s too late.

Virgo: I know you think you don’t deserve love and you don’t think anyone in their right mind could fall for you but please know that 2018 is the year you’re going to fall head over heels for someone, and they will feel the exact same way!

Saying goodbye doesn’t mean feelings go out the window. Ending things doesn’t mean that emotions die and wither. Closure just puts an imaginary smiley face on top of your heart. An imaginary coat of paint to mask the hurt.

I want to tell him everything. That my heart feels like it was smashed in the concrete and stomped on and over and over. I want to tell him that I thought he was different. That I thought he’d be the one to change everything.

But just as I did, you will get over this person. Millions of people have been heartbroken before. But it didn’t kill them and it won’t kill you. You are resilient whether you know it or not. You are strong and you are brave, whether you know it or not.

Sure, I don’t have all of my boxes checked off and maybe I don’t have everything I need or want yet. But maybe I don’t really need those things after all.

Life will always be hard. But I can’t spend another minute feeling sorry for myself. It doesn’t do me any good and it doesn’t do anyone else any good. So, live your life. Mess up. Fuck up. Embrace your imperfections and your mistakes. Learn from the times of heartache and rejection. Learn from the darkness, instead of sitting in it. And then get up and start again.

You said it wasn’t me. That it was just you and your mind wanting to explore. Wanting to search for someone new. Wanting new lips to kiss. New bodies to lay next to. New hands to hold. You said it wasn’t me. But I’m still here wondering, what the heck I did to make you run.

You see, without you, she’s free. She’s finally free.

You are not what your anxiety tells you that you are. 

I don’t know what’s better. To live a life full of fear, or to just jump anyway? I don’t know what’s the best thing to do for my heart. Take that leap? On someone I hardly know? To fall, even though I’m scared?

We were meant to get lost because getting lost only results in one thing: finding yourself.

I am strong. But my anxiety makes me feel weak. My heart is happy. But my anxiety tells me it’s not. My lungs are powerful. But my anxiety makes it hard to breathe. I am a strong woman. But my anxiety makes me forget that.