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

If hope is the shape of the sun, I wish always to stay where she shines.

More often than I am not, all I need is the rise of my own lungs – I am already complete.

Maybe self-care is choosing to be your own kind of lovely.

I’ve stopped trying to make sense of the sunset.  There is beauty in resting, there is strength in letting go.

I have to believe that ahead of me are entire adventures waiting to be lived, for the sun hasn’t abandoned me yet.

I am finding the courage to breathe as I am.

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.

All thoughts start from emotions.

It is with books as with men: a very small number play a great part.

Fear no more, says the heart.

The best way to cheer yourself is to cheer somebody else up.

God’s word is like medicine. When you meditate on it, it brings healing and wholeness.

Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free.

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.

Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.