Even on the days when I don’t want to love you, I do. Even when I’m screaming at the stars, telling whoever is up there to take away this feeling, it never goes away.
Everything you do, do from love.
It’s never easy, but if you’ve already left your abuser, you’ve done the hardest part. But now that you’re dealing with the aftermath, how do you heal?
Love doesn’t magically disappear in a day, although sometimes we wish it would.
Guilt may be one of the most overlooked yet most active symptoms of PTSD there is.
Your life began before you met them, and will continue long after they’re gone.
For so long, I thought my happy ending was riding off into the sunset, your hand in mine. Turns out the real happy ending is in finding my peace without you.
The emptiness of losing something so strong is overwhelming. The absence Is deafening.
It’s still heartbreaking to me, how much love we let go to waste.