“Own your healing as you’ve owned your pain.”

We don’t make ourselves compassionate; we are born compassionate.

Life is not fair, but we can choose to be fair humans even if life or other humans choose to be unfair to us.

The reality you live in is partially up to you. The fantasy you live in is entirely up to you.

You can draw a path for your life and have all of your goals set. You can change yourself as much as possible and change things around you just to reach those goals.

Your opinion of me does not equal my self-worth.

Letting go does not mean that you are giving up or that you are weak. It could just mean that you are no longer allowing what hurts you to control you.

Take responsibility for the choices you could have made but restrained yourself from making.

Never wish them pain. That’s not who you are. If they caused you pain, they must have pain inside. Wish them healing. That’s what they need.

If they don’t appreciate your presence, they may never recognize your absence.

My home will never welcome me if I don’t welcome me.

Never underestimate the power of fate. It can knock down the highest of goals that seem guaranteed in your life.

It was the weirdest thing ever. I said to myself: why are people always so okay with not having me in their lives?

If you ever get the chance to treat them the way they treated you, I hope you choose to walk away and do better.

Don’t judge people and expect them to stand by your side.

If I only give you what you deserve, at least keep me away from what I don’t deserve.

Don’t play with fire and expect to stay perfectly safe.

Healing is a coming to terms with things as they are, rather than struggling to force them to be as they once were, or as we would like them to be, to feel secure or to have what we sometimes think of as our own way.

Medication is of course important but do not conclude that a pill dissolving in your stomach is necessarily more powerful than a healing thought in your mind.

I’m breaking and healing all at once.

I am not the kind of lost that needs finding. I am the kind of lost that needs healing.

Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing.

I knew I was healing when I no longer tried to pretend everything was okay when it wasn’t.

Healing and the resentment cannot live in the same body. One must suffocate to let the other survive.

Attention to the human body brings healing and regeneration. Through awareness of the body we remember who we really are.