I hope you realize, as soon as possible, just how fragile the privilege of having someone in your life really is. Any conversation, any embrace, any phone call, any silly little reel you might send to someone, could unknowingly be the last piece of yourself that you ever get to leave with them. I think we often fall into living so comfortably in the assumption that there will always be another tomorrow, another opportunity to apologize, another chance to say what we should've said today. But life has never promised us that. People can disappear from our lives with such frightening suddenness. Sometimes the smallest unfinished moments become the heaviest things we carry. It's something I'm still learning to live with. I wish I'd spent less time taking everything so personally, less time allowing fear and pain to speak for me, and more time remembering that the people we love are not guaranteed to be here when we're finally ready to soften, listen, show up, or forgive.

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I am so loved, valued and celebrated by the people in my life.🧡

Can Hope be a form of self harm?

Intimacy for me isn’t taking off my clothes, it’s taking off my, “Yea, I’m good.”

Hold yourself accountable for your resentment.

When I'm triggered, I'm being given the opportunity to turn my attention towards the wounds that need healing.

Some mistakes reward you. Some wisdom punishes you.

The ability to love better is a skill we can build and improve on over time.

Approaching college exams like:

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Nothing is mine. Nothing to lose. Everything to give.

In the South they might not like you, matter of fact, they might well hate you, but they’ll still feed you.