Sometimes we get so fixated on picking up broken pieces, we forget we can make new ones.
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Sometimes we get so fixated on picking up broken pieces, we forget we can make new ones.
I journeyed deep into the forgotten parts. Deep into the nightmare. It felt like choking on memories. It felt like I didn’t know which way was up anymore, so I just let it take me. And it was horrible, and
When you realise that it just doesn’t matter, you’re standing in a really powerful place.
I am fearless only because I have been fearful.
It starts with a few cracks, some pops. Those shooting pains down your arms- don’t they feel like cords, tying you down? You want to run, but something inside compels you to stay. Somewhere far in the distance, a voice