You’re asleep right now but thank you for being exactly the person you are. I think everything about you is amazing.
You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?
i think i gasped a little when i read this because it’s almost word-for-word my therapist’s explanation of why i learned to be anxious as a child (“if your dad might blow up at any minute then your anxiety protects you”) and why it’s not helping me now (“he’s not here anymore”).
Ooh my therapist talked about talking about my life as exploitation and I went bone silent
The things we we learn to survive don’t always make us thrive
wow. this is hittin home for me in so many ways~ Wishin everyone good luck on their journey of unlearning~ (via kenyabenyagurl)
We are more than the worst thing that’s ever
happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing
for having been to hell and come back breathing.
Your bad dreams are battle scars.
What doesn’t kill you cuts you fucking deep
but scars are just skin growing back
thicker when it heals.
Monica’s Flower Petal Ceremony, McCarty’s Cove, Marquette, MI on Thursday, April 5th, 2013.
Photos by Kristen Koehler, The North Wind, Northern Michigan University.
I’m here. Saying goodbye to someone I love very much. Letting her go.
I’ve been told that it’s National Poetry Month.
I’d love to write one for you,
but the only poem in my head is the way
your chest rises and falls beneath my fingertips
while you are sleeping.