Anything can become normal if you endure it for long enough… even the worse of circumstances.
Holding on to your anger is like holding your breath for a long time. You feel the discomfort building until it becomes painful. Then, you let it out and it feels like breathing again for the first time. Learning to forgive is like that. It’s like breathing again for the first time.
Change is coming.
I feel like I’m in bloom.
My mom said these are just growing pains.
But, I never want to stop growing. Does that mean I’ll always be in pain?
I’d rather let conversations run dry than risk pouring my heart out to unwilling ears.
I’d rather not be heard than not be understood.
I’ve begun to learn that courage is not always wrapped up in some great deed of heroism.
Sometimes, the choice to be yourself, unapologetically, is an act of courage all on its own.