“When you reach a point where you say I really don’t miss it. You have healed.”

New clothes won’t fill the void. Money won’t make you happy. Attention won’t heal past wounds. Things won’t finally make you feel better. If it’s broken its broken. These are distractions from the real work.

We can learn so much if we take the time to listen.

Every time I answer- I have to work harder to remember that I am happier with a wall between us. But knowing this – I still pick up.

Everything changed when I stopped putting myself last.

Of all the times I’ve said goodbye- It has been the hardest to let go knowing they aren’t gone. You just don’t know them anymore.

Sometimes forgiveness is off the table. When the hurt is real you can’t forget. But you can walk away. That’s healthy too.

When in doubt dance it out.

Every morning when I open my eyes, I feel possibility.

Here I am. I am here. Making this new day all it can be. Rejoicing in the sunrise thankful for the sunset. And hopeful that it will all happen again tomorrow.

I’ve said goodbye to so much. Now there is space. And for the first time I see how necessary it all was.

When the air begins to turn colder, a warmth grows in my core that says – it’s time to start new.

Saying goodbye isn’t easy. Watching someone you loves goodbye is devastating. Because you can’t fix the pain.

Clarity wakes you up at 2am. And tells you its time to move on. and let go.

When one thing changes, it all changes. And now sitting in a pile of fallen dominoes I feel like me.

Forgiveness doesn’t always looks like things returning to normal. Words and actions change actions.

He’s a little bit you and a little bit me. But mostly he is himself. Filled with empathy, curiosity, and creativity. And wrapped in our love.

It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.

Things are just things – they have no power to hurt or to heal. Only people can do that. And we can all choose whether to be hurt or healed by the people who love us.

I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.

Cry it all out darling because sometimes what you need is a good cry.

And so I wait. I wait for time to heal the pain and raise me to me feet once again – so that I can start a new path, my own path, the one that will make me whole again.

Time doesn’t heal emotional pain, you need to learn how to let go.

To reteach a thing its loveliness is the nature of metta. Through loving kindness, everyone & everything can flower again from within.

You deflowered me. Still I blossomed.