“Drowning in grey days rising up into blue, I will choose to love myself in all colors.”

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.

Some days I am okay, and some days I am not but always, I am worth every struggle.

A note to all that yearns within me: every breath is a possibility.

And although the strands of your soul feel weary today, your worth remains the same – you are graceful amidst pain.

Wherever you are let life find you.

Nature has become a part of me when I am lifeless, I go to her – she is life.

I am breathing in light when light is present. I am choosing to let joy in.

I am giving the present the opportunity to hold just as much joy as the past.

Through the haze, I am journeying. To the light, I am clinging.

A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

Painful as it may be, a significant emotional event can be the catalyst for choosing a direction that serves us – and those around us – more effectively. Look for the learning.

It is better to live rich than to die rich.

All your life, you will be faced with a choice. You can choose love positivity and gratitude that things aren’t worse or hate negativity and bitterness that things aren’t better. I choose love positivity and gratitude that things aren’t worse.

Better hope deferred than none.

The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure – that is the choicest of all.

Personal experiences affect the facts that judges choose to see.

Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.