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

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.

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.

My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends

Hearts watered with love grow into flowers.

Nothing can bury you if you have the strength to grow.

Life is an ongoing process of choosing between safety (out of fear and need for defense) and risk (for the sake of progress and growth). Make the growth choice a dozen times a day.

One can choose to go back toward safety or forward toward growth. Growth must be chosen again and again; fear must be overcome again and again.

In any given moment we have two options: to step forward into growth or to step back into safety.

Since Peter the Great, Russia had been expanding at the rate of one Belgium per year.

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.