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Stop enduring and start living for yourself. The rest will follow.

If you don’t remember someone out loud; they die twice.

Always be nice to anyone who has access to your toothbrush.

Sometimes we make the wrong choices to get to the right place.

Wishes are fates cruelest joke.

There is no such thing as fair when it comes to grief.

Sometimes the damage is too great to be repaired. And the only thing that can be done is to let go.

Let go of their death; remember their life.

Part of the problem is when you become overwhelmed and burnt out; making any decisions isn’t what helps. People forget that when you get to a place of burn out. The last thing your mind wants to do is make more decisions. It’s burn out, it just wants to rest and not have to constantly choose this or that.

I feel it building. I am feeling trapped by work and those that are supposed to be considered family. Their toxicity is like flesh eating bacteria. Spreading quickly and leaving only decomposing flesh behind. I can’t be near them. I can’t allow them into my life. I want to scream. I want to be erased so I never have to see them again. I feel trapped.

The heart that has been broken; can let the light in.

Gone can have different meanings depending on the context. When I say someone is “gone”, it sounds as if they can come back. When I say they are dead. It’s permanent. You physically cannot come back from being dead.

Weddings, politics, and funerals always bring out the worst in people. That is when you can begin to see the true colors that unfold and show their real character.