bex

I’m 24 years old and play this game with myself: buy myself something delicious for the weekend, blueberry muffins or flaky croissants, and forget it by Friday. Saturday morning comes and I am lucky to know me.   I wasn’t born knowing how to love me, but I’m learning now; catching up for lost time between us. I keep the windows open. I play oldies throughout every corner of my apartment. I tell the dog how good it feels, at least for today, at least for right now, to be alive.

Always defend your right to heal at your own pace. You are taking your time. You are allowed to take your time.

Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.