let's go crazy one more time

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I’ll tell my daughter about you someday. Someday when she’s laying in my lap with a broken heart crying so hard she can’t breath, I’ll tell her about how when you left I didn’t think I’d ever be whole again or how for months after I laid in your spot on my bed screaming into the pillow or about the time my mother sat on the end of my bed crying because I hadn’t eaten in days and she was worried. I’ll tell her all these things but then I’ll tell her about the day I woke up thinking about something other than you, and about the morning I made waffles and didn’t think about how they were your favorite food, I’ll tell her about the light at the end of the darkness and hope she doesn’t dream about him months later like I do.

I want him but I also want to get over him, and neither is happening.

Be vulnerable. Let yourself be deeply seen, love with your whole heart, practice gratitude and joy…be able to say ‘I am thankful to feel this vulnerable because it means I am alive’, and believe ‘I am enough.’ You are worthy of love & belonging.