Band Aid.

“It hurts to tear that bandage off. 

We don’t want to see what’s underneath. 

But maybe it’s not the fear of the pain that holds us back. 

Maybe we’re really afraid to see if the wound underneath is still open or

if it might actually be healing.”

Lost Cause !

What hurts us is cumulative. It happens over time. 

We absorb blow after blow. 

Shock after shock. 

Painful hit after painful hit. 

But even then, even if we know exactly how we got here,

it doesn't mean we can fix it. 

You can't heal every wound. 

And that's okay. I have to believe that's okay. 

I have to believe that even if something seems as if it can not be fixed, it doesn't mean it's broken.

Decide

We're all gonna die. 

We don't get much say on how or when, 

but we do get to decide how we are gonna live. 

So do it, decide. 

Is this the life you want to live? 

Is this the person you want to love? 

Is this the best you can be? 

Can you be stronger? 

kinder? 

more compassionate? 

Decide. 

Breathe in...Breathe out...and decide.

Letting go & Moving on ...

It's one of those things that people say, you can't move on until you let go of the past. Letting go is the easy part, it's the moving on that's painful. So sometimes we fight it, try and keep things the same. Things can't stay the same though. At some point, you just have to let go. Move on. Because no matter how painful it is, it's the only way we grow.

Sometimes, but, not always !

It's a little bit horrifying just how quickly everything can fall to crap. 

Sometimes, it takes a huge loss to remind you of what you care about the most. 

Sometimes, you find yourself becoming stronger as a result; 

wiser, better equip to deal with the next big disaster that comes along. 

Sometimes, but, not always.

It's easier to be alone ...

 There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone.

It wasn't 'cause I thought I'd be happy alone. 

It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, 
I might not make it. 

It's easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don't have it? What if you like it and lean on it? 

What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? 

Can you even survive that kind of pain? 

Losing love is like organ damage. 

It's like dying. 

The only difference is death ends. 

This? It could go on forever.

Walk Away ...

I watch you walk away from me

And the tears start to fall

I ask myself a million times

How did we lose it all???

For the first time I had no words

that to you I could say

I cling to old memories

And I watch you walk away

I just don't want to let you go

But inside I know I must

My heart's whimpering with pain

But it's my mind I trust

There's confusion around me

There's numbness in my heart

But looking at you walk away

My world just fell apart

If only I could handle it

And bear to just say

I'd use my breath and say the words

Don't Walk Away !

Messed Up !!!

Doesn't matter how tough we are, trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives, trauma messes everybody up, but maybe that's the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap. Maybe going through all of that is what keeps us moving forward. It's what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up, before we can step up.

All by myself

“We enter the world alone, and we leave it alone. And everything that happens in between, we owe it to ourselves to find a little company. We need help, we need support, otherwise, we’re in it by ourselves. Strangers, cut-off from each other, and we forget, just how connected we all are. So, instead, we choose love. We choose life. And, for a moment, we feel just a little bit less alone.”