Sometimes God uses the tough moments to teach us. That we do not have to exist here on our own. That we should never carry burdens without help. That we are infinitely valuable, even when we don’t believe or see this worth.
Pain is not meant to end you. Bad days are not all there is. Weakness is not what defines you. And the broken pieces of you do not reflect who you are.
This is your reminder that a breakthrough always happens in the midst of pain. That just when you think you can’t resurface, you find air.
I have good days, I have rough days, I have “I can’t get out of bed” days. I have days where I almost forget, days surrounded by friends, and days where I long to travel and see the world. Every day is something new. I am learning to forgive myself, to be okay with who I am after that night, and to use this experience in the future to help other women feel that they are never alone.
I’m battling with the universe for my place in it, everything tells me I’m so insignificant.
It will be the kind of love that is selfless, ongoing and everything that you deserve. It will be so great and worth the wait, you will be thanking your previous heartbreaks for breaking you enough to allow you to rebuild yourself how you needed to be.
All self-help is bullsh*t. It’s hard to choose yourself when an iceberg hits the Titanic.
The art of letting go isn’t about making all of their memories disappear, though. It’s about accepting that some parts will stick with you, but that’s okay.
A question that people like to ask is “What’s your biggest fear?” and I never really had an answer to that until today.
Maybe the point of surviving is just that we survive together.