“And what happens when you run out of words? You listen. Deeply. To everything around you.”

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

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

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

I take great comfort in knowing that there are even better versions of myself I haven’t hugged yet.

Can we be easy on ourselves for once?

To cry means that you are feeling as much as you possibly can in that moment and that is exactly what I mean when I say you are alive.

There is a person inside of me who deserves kindness.

You always told me that I was the child with one foot out the door. But, did you ever consider that it was for my own safety?

Stare hard at the hurt. Ask why it stings. Dig into the root and rip it out. It doesn’t have to stay there just because it grew there.

And who will advocate for me? Me. Even when it feels lonely. Lonely is where we grow the most.

Love does not equate staying quiet. Sometimes it has to be outspoken, always loud, and forever on fire.

I must be worth something if my heart thinks so.

Maybe I am something special but nothing spectacular.

I am hell-bent on loving my hell.

Think of how good tomorrow might be.

I love my sadness because it is honest.

Silence is a source of Great Strength.

If the truth is told, things are just as bad as you yourself care to make them.

I neither believe nor disbelieve anything.

Grief makes one hour ten.

There is not human being from whom we cannot learn something if we are interested enough to dig deep.

Sometimes the mask we wear is simply just a smile.

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you.

The Seventh Sense – Women who build nations learn to love men who build nations learn to love children building sand castles by the rising sea.