“I can finally cry and let it be relief. My tears can be my medicine and not my poison.”

When the world cries I cry. and when the world sings I still find myself crying.

I am not supportive not fond of nor proud of my self-abuse. I carry untold debt to my soul. It is the least I can do, to be gentle with it.

We only desperately try to save in others what we fear losing in ourselves.

Your softness never goes to waste.

I’m not sure if you know this but your peace is not up for debate.

The truth is, I have always felt a little off-balance. Maybe each part of me exists in a  separate world.

I am enough. I am more than enough. I am plenty. Through and through. As I am.

The more I grow the more tender I become.

I am a safe space for myself.

There is a certain peace in privacy.

There is power in my peace and it is loud without sound.

If you ever forget your worth just ask me. I’ll remind you.

I gave my sadness a full name so that I stop thinking of her as an intruder and start acknowledging that I do have to learn how to live with her.

I will tell you one thing, though: I grew like hell from it.

Nothing comes easy for me but that makes me love it more.

The universe hears what you say, but it knows what you mean.

It’s not unusual to be loved by anyone, it’s not unusual to have fun with anyone. But when I see you hanging about with anyone, it’s not unusual to see me cry. I wanna’ die.

He always preferred the way my eyes looked after they had cried. I wish he knew how fine they looked once he had said goodbye.

Have the courage to laugh in the places you have cried.

I have cried with the rain. Now I will grow with the forest.

Crying is not always show your weakness. it’s to update your new version.

There’s a crying need for civility across the board. We need to and will come together in the name of Jesus.

Can’t find my soul in my eyes Must’ve been drowned out by night cries.

I cry when the song really good.