Abusers don’t abuse every day. They have good moments. Days when they do the right things. Moments when they say the correct words. when this happens, the key is to remember that it is just an abuser having a good day, but still an abuser based on all the other days.
Sometimes not telling people anything is a good thing.
Joy does not simply happen to us. We have to choose joy and keep choosing it every day.
Close the door. Remove the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.
I have to believe that caring for myself is not self indulgent. Caring for myself is an act of survival.
Learn to trust the journey even when you do not understand it.
Shout out to everybody who’s trying to get their life together. Working on yourself is the hardest part of life. The rest comes after.
If you hesitate between me and another person don’t choose me.
She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.
Love isn’t only love, sweetheart. It’s hard work, and trust, and tears, with even a few glimpses of devastation. But at the end of each day, if you can still look at the person at your side and can’t imagine anyone else you’d rather have there, the pain, the heartache and the ups and downs of love are worth it.