This whole blog is just a conversation I am having with myself
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This whole blog is just a conversation I am having with myself
“Love those who love you when you have nothing to offer but your company.”
— Unknown
“Yes, there are times we live for somebody else.”
— The Lumineers; Dead Sea
When you find whatever is meant for you...in career, in relationship, in life...you know it. You feel it. Don't stop until it feels right. Also, it doesn't have to feel right to anyone but you. Others may not understand but, you will.
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The Comeback Story
You didn’t choose the breaking— it arrived like weather no forecast could hold, rewriting your body in a language no one taught you to read.
There was a before, a map inked in certainty, a future that felt like a promise you could keep.
And then— the quiet unraveling. Plans slipping like sand through hands too tired to close, dreams folding themselves into something smaller, something that could fit inside survival.
You learned the weight of days measured in spoons, how even hope can feel heavy when your body is already carrying too much.
Grief became a second heartbeat— steady, insistent, echoing all the lives you almost lived.
But somewhere between the breaking and the breathing, something unexpected took root.
Not the life you had— not even close.
But a flicker. A glimmer. A soft, stubborn light that refused to be extinguished.
You began again, not with grand gestures, but with gentle noticing:
the way sunlight lingers on your pillow like it’s waiting for you, the way your body, even in pain, still keeps you here, still chooses you over and over.
You rewrote the map— not in straight lines, but in curves and pauses, in rest stops and detours that led you inward.
You found purpose in places you’d never thought to look: in advocacy, in softness, in the quiet courage of staying.
This comeback doesn’t roar.
It whispers.
It is the choosing— again and again— to remain, to rebuild, to believe that a life reshaped is not a life reduced.
You are not the before. You are not the loss.
You are the after— tender, fierce, becoming something new in the very place you thought everything had ended.
And look— you are still here.
Not as who you were, but as someone who learned how to rise without leaving themselves behind.
Source: The Comeback Story
Me posting on tumblr:
Whoopsie doodle my silly noodle not everyone finds this funny and now I gotta go try IOP for the fourth time
city of god
visiting my neighbor’s extremely cool studio
Self awareness is key.
“Lonely isn’t being alone. It’s the feeling that nobody cares.”
— Unknown