“Drowning in grey days rising up into blue, I will choose to love myself in all colors.”

I must learn to separate my bad days from who I am – we are not the same.

Embrace your own reality.

And as the rain fell and the birds kept singing, I realized that freedom is a choice.

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

Wildflowers need water, so I too must not chase away the rain.

Some days I am okay, and some days I am not but always, I am worth every struggle.

A note to all that yearns within me: every breath is a possibility.

And although the strands of your soul feel weary today, your worth remains the same – you are graceful amidst pain.

Wherever you are let life find you.

Nature has become a part of me when I am lifeless, I go to her – she is life.

I am breathing in light when light is present. I am choosing to let joy in.

I am giving the present the opportunity to hold just as much joy as the past.

Through the haze, I am journeying. To the light, I am clinging.

I am welcoming a new phase of life with confidence in my potential to progress in spite of my fears.

I am more stretch marks than the skin, more growth than shame.

Though I crave roots grown deep, the truth is I’m something of a wanderer.

Be proud, of the way you chose not to repeat that cycle again.

A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.

Choose your battles one way or another. The world is overwhelming af already.

Don’t be a time manager, be a priority manager.

Weigh the true advantages of forgiveness and resentment to the heart. Then choose.

Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard of democracy, therefore, is education.

It is better to swallow words than to have to eat them later.

Never blame another person for your personal choices – you are still the one who must live out the consequences of your choices.