Today’s post serves as a good reminder of what can happen when we waste time worrying about what others think about us. We are greater than the opinions and potential criticisms of others.
An inside look at one person’s ongoing experience with depression.
Is it enough? Am I enough? Will this ever be alright?
I love you like the pain I feel when I get sad. Before I reminisce about the love we had.
Mirror, mirror on the wall–You say I’m fairest of them all. But if it’s so, then may I ask: Why my sole friend’s this old cracked glass?
In the damp cell of life, I serve my time and think of you. Your silenced lips now haunt me. If only I’d known what I’d do.
Bloodied heart. Wasted dreams. I just can’t shake this love, no matter how much pain it brings.
Moving on from a once loving relationship is often easier said than done.
There might not be a need for this. A hasty farewell stalks a salty kiss…
Don’t believe anything you see. Don’t believe everything you feel.
Things are splendid. Things are grand! It often feels as though the whole wide world is in my hand. I’m … Continue Reading Best Kept Secret
Karma is a b—-.
I dream of you often, dear fragment of my imagination. I long for you still, so I’m burdened by this hopeful frustration…
The pain that lingers after traumatic life events can be long lasting and deeply rooted. Still, it is possible to heal one day at a time.
Learning to cope with the loss of what could have been by looking forward to what can still be.
How is there a legitimately recognized phobia for the fear of foil, but NOT infidelity? This is an outrage.