I had never experienced grief like this – so raw and so deep. It completely consumed me. I wanted to just get through it, and perhaps heal from it unscarred like a bump or a bruise. What would losing the woman who gave birth to me do to my life? Who would I become?
It’s time to give up the idea that we are completely defined by what our brain thinks we are, and to account for the ways we can change and adapt to our environment.
Family is important but so are you.
I can’t forgive myself for believing the lies you told me.
Now you’re a stranger to me. I never knew the significance of staying in touch back then. I can’t stop thinking about you now.
Please leave the selflessness. Leave the maturity, the maternity. How I let you be the one with the problems. Leave the organization, the effort. Give back what motivated me to dress up for you. Make sure to leave all the parts of you that I made. I can’t be here without them.
I would rather hate you than not think about you at all.
My journey to sobriety happened in phases. No longer feeling the void from a previous night of drugs and alcohol is what true freedom has meant for me.
Heartache can be felt with a friendship, a lost passion, a flashback, a career path, a personal issue, or an experience. Heartache can make you feel lost or it can help you find yourself. It can make you feel alone or it can allow you to open up.
Never stop learning. Don’t ever stop from growing. Always water your roots. Start saying “I can” instead of “I can’t”.