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Lately, I’ve been writing more poems about love than poems about my sadness. I talk more about him than I do about the cartwheels I did the first night at the hospital; staring doctors in the face and telling them they couldn’t save me. I’ve been writing more about staying alive than wanting to die, and that, in many ways, is far more terrifying.

every time you tell your daughter you yell at her out of love you teach her to confuse anger with kindness which seems like a good idea till she grows up to trust men who hurt her cause they look so much like you.

Meditation is not just about mindfulness, peace & relaxation. It’s about uncovering your authentic self beneath the one you have buried.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

Embrace uncertainty. Some of the most beautiful chapters in our lives won’t have a title until much later.

You were red. And you liked me because I was blue. But you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky, and you decided that purple, just wasn’t for you.