I will never be sorry for following my heart because it overflows with empathy; it pulsates with compassion.
There’s still the feeling of anxiety every time your mom calls to “chat,” but it no longer consumes you.
The truth is this: you wear your heart on your sleeve. You connect with the world around you on a level that is immeasurable and unknown to most.
I wish you nothing but the best and I hold onto nothing.
Sitting with depression doesn’t mean letting go, being happy, or feeling healthy: it just means having the ability to keep yourself alive even when your insides are screaming otherwise.
Self-awareness can be defined as “the ability to take an honest look at your life without attachment to it being right or wrong.” It’s knowing who you are, what you feel, and what you desire.
The idea naturally seems so simple to understand: we can’t give to others if we are have nothing to give.
Maybe the fact that I’m alive will always be a blessing in disguise. Or, could it possibly be that the blessing has always simply been buried deep inside of me?
It’s time to walk away from that toxic hearth for good.
Your words saved me; your existence gave me life.