You loved and you lost. You gave someone all that you had and you ended up heartbroken. I wish I could tell you that this won’t happen. But we’re human and love hurts and unfortunately, it will.
But the thing about love, is that it’s beautiful, even through the pain. The thing about love is that it’s always worth it, even if you end up broken in the end. The thing about love is that a hurting heart gives you a chance to rebuild, to begin again, to gather yourself and go back out there. Continue reading “You’ll Never Find Mr. Right If You Keep Changing Yourself Because Of The Mr. Wrongs”
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You have loved. You have opened. You have let someone in. Again and again.
And you have been broken. Ripped. Shredded. Pulled. Torn into a million tiny pieces, like a vase of sand shattering on concrete. The particles crumbling into dust.
Continue reading “A Note to the Guarded Heart”
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Yesterday I wrote about how it feels when someone close to you is struggling with depression: the suffocating, dragging sort of pain that comes when you see them cry or when their smile fades.
Over the last 24 hours, I had a flood of people comment, email, message, and text me, saying how much my words meant to them, had relevance in their lives, were their thoughts articulated, hit home for them, helped them understand. It brought tears to my eyes, knowing that I could touch others—relate to someone outside my bubble, help them know they aren’t alone.
The most powerful and meaningful messages were those that expressed the side I hadn’t written about: those struggling with depression, negativity, and self-harm. This one is for you.
Continue reading “You’ve Cut Your Wrists? So What.”