It’s interesting that some people view functioning coping skills as abnormal qualities. What a strange world we live in when self-love and taking personal responsibility for self is seen as odd.
We sometimes eat lies when our hearts are hungry. We believe that mediocre things are the best. We hold on to people who don’t respect us.
Nothing can prepare you for the loss of a loved one. My world turned upside down that day, and every belief and construct I had relied on to define how my world worked were all of the sudden meaningless.
Let it kill you and bring you back to life.
Death sucks. It hurts and it rips and it scars you. Right now, I know it seems as if there are no words that can fix this.
Each day will get easier, I promise one day it will be clear.