Im convinced that a singing child is a confident child.
There is nothing quite like falling asleep to your child singing in the next room.
If someone leaves you hanging onto rope 10 feet off the ground… you just need to hang out until a 6’8″ LL Bean model promises to catch you.
My whole life I’ve been waiting for a soft place to fall.
*cue trust fall in 3…2..1*
You can’t hold on to what you ain’t got.
I honestly don’t know how Im still breathing.
Ive said this before, but it bears repeating; It’s quite amazing how many times you’re heart can be broken …
…yet, still … we survive.
It’s a miracle.
And millions of us do it everyday.
It’s brave. It’s beautiful.
This weekends polisci talk shows we’re absolutely disheartening..no, terrifying.
I don’t know what could possibly be next. The only advice I have is: Be certain to sow seeds of love everywhere you possibly can. We will reap it, maybe not now, but for our children sakes, we must keep going.
At this point in my life Ive just come to the realization that my life doesnt have to make sense to anyone else.
If you lose someone by being yourself, you won.
We’re all looking for happiness as if it is something always distant. As it turns out, happiness surrounds us everyday. We just need to change our perspectacles.
The whole world seems to be “commitment phobic” or perhaps it’s a chemical imbalance … a societal attention deficit disorder. It’s a Netflix and chill culture … a very special hell for any hopeless romantics remaining.
Pain isn’t always tangent. You try and try to move past it and it feels like …vapor. Logically you should be able to., but it’s something you can’t grasp and hold on to. You can’t change it by force or by will. It is its own thing.
Look, you can throw a shit ton of pills at PTSD and it’s really not going to do anything, at least in my experience. When the brain suffers this trauma there is no going back. You can have something similar to remission but it’s always the fucking boogeyman under the bed. It might not grab you but it’s there.