- I am not a junkyard of rusted cars and torn metal parts. I am a mining shaft filled with flawed coal and rubble but hidden glimpses of gold and better things.
- Every day I re-teach myself how to breathe is a miracle.
- Lightning storms leave behind the most beautiful soil patterns, just as oil spills leave behind rainbows in the midst of ugly pavement. Something good will come of this. Something good will come of this.
- Even the moon has days where its craters feel like landmines and bullet holes. Yet it still manages to light the entire sky.
- Kites always find their way back to their owners again, no matter how far they fly asunder or how many treetops they scrape on the way. I’ll find myself again too.
- My body is a home. This day may be breaking and entering, but “whole” only comes after “broken” and “open” only comes after “entered.”
- Silence is okay. Sometimes saying nothing at all is better than saying “I’m fine.” And maybe noise is only plagiarized from people who spent so much time exhaling lies that they forgot how to inhale truth.
- Pain is an echo leading to safer sounds.
- Every skinned heart grows back like an onion, no matter how many layers are peeled away.
- It’s common for people to clutch walls in the middle of the night as they try to find their way from the bedroom to the kitchen for something to eat. This journey may hurt my feet. But I will find my way through this day.
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Things to Say to Yourself on the Bad Days
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