This storm will pass, and I will be bruised from it. But I’ll be alive. And I’ll breathe deeper than ever before.
Remind yourself of who you were before this, and tell yourself about the person you are hopeful to become.
Lay out your 2017 self, dig through your personal dirt, and smile back on the moments of great light and breathe it all out.
If you’re reading this and not at this place yet, I understand. Just know you’ll get here, and take as long as you need.
Being alone is not a bad thing and neither is moving on from someone even when you don’t want to.
Someone chose to take something from you, yes, but you are still here. They didn’t take all of you. Someone else was weak; they couldn’t wait for something or couldn’t handle the rejection of not getting it so they took it. But you are not weak.
This doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, or that I didn’t wish things were different. I’m just doing that thing you do when you love somebody, understanding that what is best for them isn’t necessarily what is going to make you the happiest.
Now is the time for you to stretch those independent legs of yours and move the fuck on.
When you’re a guarded person, when you don’t let people in easily, you trick yourself into thinking it makes you stronger. You believe that by building this massive wall around yourself that you are protecting yourself.
It’s cool man, we all have them.