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How do you breathe when the person you thought you’d cherish forever looks at you the way Yasmen looks at me right now because you’ve hurt them so much?
this!! its like looking at a complete stranger.
Grief is a grind. It is the work of breathing and waking and rising and moving through a world that feels emptier. A gaping hole has been torn into your existence, and everyone around you just walks right past it like it’s not even there.
Grief is one of the hardest, saddest, strangest emotion and process anyone can go through. Its like work you never signed up for, forced to just go through the emotions, and feels and process you never asked to go through to begin with.
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You’re her mother, not a saint. All you can do is love her and try to make things right when you get them wrong.”
As a new mom, this hits different
If Rihanna never records another song, I’m fine as long as Fenty keeps on giving. It’s a fair trade.
On God!!
“It means seeing myself clearly—good, bad, beautiful, ugly, faults, mistakes—acknowledging what I really think and feel, and not judging those emotions. Understanding myself. Not censoring it. Having compassion for myself.”
as we all should
I’m learning not to ignore hard conversations. Hard feelings.
This!!
“I heard someone say once that when you try to fix people’s hurt, you’re controlling it instead of sitting with them and connecting.
“Ask me again if I’m sorry you and Vashti broke up.” His eyes darken, narrow, the long lashes curling and tangling at the corners. “Are you?” I grip the back of his neck, pull him closer to leave the truth on his lips. “Hell, no.”
Yas said this with her whole chest!!!!! lol
These old feelings, stirred by alcohol and nostalgia into a witch’s brew, went to our heads, but don’t wash away my mistakes or erase all the ways we’ve hurt each other. I was a fool to think they could.
Damn you! ughhhhh!! When high emotions & alcohol combine, TOTAL CATSTROPHE!
I feel you Yas!!!!!! Been there done that!
“Depression,” she goes on, “is a liar.
The realest thing ive read in a long time!
“While believing the lies depression tells us,” she continues, “sometimes we make decisions and do things we wouldn’t otherwise. Part of the process of healing from depressive episodes can be dealing with the fallout of things we did and decided in that altered state of mind.”
This book has somes gems
“You have to make peace with that woman, Yasmen, because she is you. She’s not someone you banished with therapy and meds. She is you. You cannot dissociate from her. Until you reconcile that, you won’t find true peace. Until you have compassion for her instead of judgment, you cannot fully heal.”
Wooooo chile! Kennedy Ryan is speaking to my soul, my heart !
It will come back around, this crippling guilt, this enormous shame, as long as I let it, but nothing will ever change. The futility of it angers me because while I’m sitting here unable to breathe, punishing myself every day, my life is waiting for me. I must embrace the necessity of finding joy in the borders of my own soul, sketching the parameters of contentment along the lines of my heart and myself.
I’ve fallen in love all over again with the Josiah who shepherds our children through hard times, always checking their hearts to make sure they’re okay. I’m in love with the man who, despite his misgivings, ventured into therapy for our son, but then learned to use it to heal himself. I’m enamored with the passion that burns even brighter between us than it did before. When we make love, the past and present collide in a scorching intimacy that consumes us. The man he was, the man he is, the way he’ll mature and evolve as the years go on—I’m in love with every version of Josiah I’ve ever
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my heart strings
Little by little I’m learning to do the best I can and live with the consequences. To love fiercely and to forgive myself when that’s not enough.
I’ve fallen in love with the warrior woman who walked through fire, the one who came through stronger, reshaped by sorrow, reformed by grief, reborn in joy.
It begins with a tremor, a realization that love happens in the fragile context of our mortality. That love and life occur just beyond the reach of our control. There is only one letter of difference between love and lose, and somewhere along the way, for me they became synonymous.
“I know you need to be strong for the people you love.” I angle my head so I can catch and hold his eyes with mine. “But I want to stand with you when it rains, when the wind comes. When it’s hard and the odds are stacked against us. We didn’t always do that before, but I believe if and when trials come, we will stand together.”
man COME ON!! ughhh i cant
The only thing holding us together is our love.
How a man you’ve kissed a million times still has the power to make you weak in the knees, I don’t know, but clinging to him under a cathedral sky with an audience of stars, I know I’ll never take it for granted.
a girl can only dream of a love like this
“I was meant for you and you were meant for me, and even when we got in our own way, even when we screwed up—because we both did, baby—even then my soul knew, my heart knew, it was wrong being away from you. I don’t ever want to ache like that again. People don’t often get second chances like this, Yas.”
Now everything I’ve lost makes me cherish the things I have, instead of always being afraid I’ll lose them.”
