OCD isn’t an adjective used to describe someone. It’s a legitimate anxiety disorder, a mental illness. One that affects so many people in so many real ways.
I’ll be honest and say that as a twenty-six year old woman, this documentary made me absolutely terrified of this imaginary being that I really knew nothing about before watching.
But the truth is that voice, that confidence, doesn’t come naturally to any of us. Because confidence isn’t something that we’re born with, but rather something we build up in stores inside of ourselves, from as far back as we are able to comprehend.
I’m the Sensitive Girl, the one who feels way too much. But because of that, I’m free.
You’ll live a thousand lives in the one life you’ve been given, will begin again at so many different points and in so many different ways. So relish each beautiful second.
Such intense and all-encompassing love between two people is so extremely rare, so difficult to find; something that usually only comes around once in a lifetime. It’s normal to feel stuck at times; routine can do that to a person. But instead of looking for something else, remember that there are ways to make it feel new again.
It’s in this way that way that I’m choosing to remember her. Not as the girl who did not get to continue, but as the one who got the chance to live in so many moments.
Your twenties isn’t meant to be a competition against your fellow millennials.
You will find love again. And it doesn’t have to be the same kind of love that you let go of, the one you set free for a reason.
I used to think that maybe they were cruel, those four words he spoke aloud on that last day. “I want to die.” But they weren’t cruel, they were confession. They were a hand reached out, one waiting to be grasped with loving firmness.