If I was ever again tempted to see a fortune teller for a prediction, I would say this to myself...
If I was ever again tempted to see a fortune teller for a prediction, I would say this to myself...
Let’s not forget that we’re worth the most beautiful of hearts, that we deserve friends like these …
I want you to know this: no matter what’s suddenly thrown you into “The Unknown”, you will rise.
There’s hope. You won’t always feel this way. And it does get better.
How we can honour our bodies for all they’ve carried us through.
It was like 100 000 ghosts suddenly evaporated from my bones all at once.
How you can help someone with depression, without having to ask them.
How my psychologist helped me step out of urgency and into my own natural rhythm.
How I found my way back to the wholeness of me.
We can create worlds with our words, so beautiful we’d carve them into our own skin.
Because I needed to fill all that empty space. I needed to fill my empty, broken, grieving heart. So I...
We need to be reminded, again, and again, that we are in fact, extraordinary.
I’ve learnt that it’s not the length of time that matters, but the quality of it.
Stories that show there are still good people in the world.
Our emotions can be our guides … if we let them.
It’s not just self-care. It’s a must. You have to fill your own cup.
If I was ever again tempted to see a fortune teller for a prediction, I would say this to myself first …
Let’s not forget that we’re worth the most beautiful of hearts, that we deserve friends like these …
I want you to know this: no matter what’s suddenly thrown you into “The Unknown”, you will rise.
There’s hope. You won’t always feel this way. And it does get better.
How we can honour our bodies for all they’ve carried us through.
It was like 100 000 ghosts suddenly evaporated from my bones all at once.
How you can help someone with depression, without having to ask them.
How my psychologist helped me step out of urgency and into my own natural rhythm.
How I found my way back to the wholeness of me.
We can create worlds with our words, so beautiful we’d carve them into our own skin.
Because I needed to fill all that empty space. I needed to fill my empty, broken, grieving heart. So I made a list …
We need to be reminded, again, and again, that we are in fact, extraordinary.
I’ve learnt that it’s not the length of time that matters, but the quality of it.
Stories that show there are still good people in the world.
Our emotions can be our guides … if we let them.
It’s not just self-care. It’s a must. You have to fill your own cup.
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