And sometimes I think that dreams are just God’s way of speaking to us, guiding us or giving us a hint, a sign or an answer we’ve been desperately searching for.
When Speaking With
I’m speaking about how when you lose all hope, you can still lose more. But it’s at that point, you have an enormous opportunity to gain. Specifically, how I gained when I was at that moment.
Don’t back down, feel inferior, or even feel different. “You are nothing less than anyone else.”
I might hyperventilate beforehand, I might cry myself to sleep the night before, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that there are going to be days when I have the energy to push myself to do something terrifying. There are going to be days when I silence my anxiety for long enough to really live.
It us up to us, as women, to learn the power of our voices, the strength of our skin, the value of coming together in protest—maybe not in silence, but, simply in solidarity—affirming that our presence matters. Our presence deserves to be heard.
There is no weakness in the act of exposing your raw feelings and heartbeats.
Love me when it feels like time is endless. When there’s nothing for us to do, nowhere for us to be than right where we are, arm-in-arm, forgetting both yesterday and tomorrow simultaneously.
We all preach about how important it is to be honest, but rejection is so often the result of pure honesty. It’s really no surprise that we’re all so afraid.
Being a strong girl means waking up on the days when you feel like giving up. It means making a decision to live, even when all you want to do is die.
Anxiety has one goal, and it’s to destroy people. And sometimes it does.