“Feeling lost is a sign that you’re finally listening to yourself and no longer conforming to what is expected of you.”

Self love is not only loving the parts of yourself you deem beautiful, but also the parts you’d rather hide away knowing they are all deserving.

It is not your fault for falling in love with the wrong person. It is easy to mistake familiarity for love, if the love you received as a child was flawed.

If you want people to love you for who you are, then you need to love them for who they are without expecting them to change.

The judgement that people cast on you for how you do or do not appear is nothing more than just a projection of their own wounds.

I hope you’re brave enough to let go of a future that was never truly yours, that you never really wanted that was imposed upon you by dreams that were never really your own.

And just like that she became soft with every exhale.

Letting go creates the space we need to welcome our wildest manifestations.

You’ll know you’ve healed when you find gratitude in the pain that once broke you.

Maybe this time isn’t about finding love but rather learning how to enjoy your own company instead.

Maybe the lesson is not how best to chase the things we think will make us happy, but learning to be happy wherever we are instead.

Asking for help is one of the bravest things you can do.

You were enough then and you are enough now. Your pain never defined you, and never will.

Nothing is permanent not even your pain.

Being vulnerable is an act of courage it requires you to strip down naked with your heart on display.

We heal by following the example of the healed.

Loving yourself is honoring your boundaries and not tolerating disrespect.

We don’t rise to the level of our expectations, we fall to the level of our training.

Like love, the light or guidance of truth that influences us exists only in living form, not in principles or rules or expectations or advice, however widely circulated.

Peo­ple who start think­ing deep dark thoughts in the mid­dle of a war start ex­pect­ing to lose.

It wasn’t me, it was the Lord! I always told Him, ‘I trust to you. I don’t know where to go or what to do, but I expect You to lead me,’ and He always did.

If happiness always depends on something expected in the future, we are chasing a will-o’-the-wisp that ever eludes our grasp, until the future, and ourselves, vanish into the abyss of death.

Don’t expect me to cry for the wrong reasons.

What gets scary is when your self-worth is tied up in what strangers think of you.

I’d like to take care of someone but at the same time I like girls who are independent.