“I step out, into the pouring rain. What am I if not alive?”

And when the sun smiles its brightest, I become a golden soul.

On the days that I drown deep in the rain, I must remember that it, too, will help me grow closer to the sun.

Today will end and another day will come – I can’t bend time into softer motions all I can do is live.

I will breathe because I must, but I will smile because I’m living.

I am capable of loving myself the way I deserve.

I am choosing to create space in my mind for peace.

I am no longer looking to others to show me my worth.

And as the sun smiles to bless this new day, I inhale life, and journey on.

I am learning to hold to hopeful light.

I am making space for each emotion I need to feel.

I am enough for me.

I must learn to separate my bad days from who I am – we are not the same.

Embrace your own reality.

And as the rain fell and the birds kept singing, I realized that freedom is a choice.

Though thunder clouds hover tight like a cage, the sun never stops rising on the ones who chase healing.

Wildflowers need water, so I too must not chase away the rain.

Hold your head high, stick your chest out. It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes. Keep hope alive.

A lot of money is spent trying to keep people alive who don’t necessarily want to be alive.

Keep hope alive!

Hold your head high, stick your chest out. You can make it. It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes. Keep hope alive.

When scholars study a thing, they strive to kill it first, if it’s alive; then they have the parts and they’ve lost the whole, for the link that’s missing was the living soul.

It’s always nice to have those WTF moments that keep us aware.

We always honor our people when they die; we’ve got to honor them while we’re still alive.

I want to be like Gandhi and Martin Luther King and John Lennon but I want to STAY ALIVE.