I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.
Thatโs the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is.
Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it's as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny
I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.
Forgivenesss: It's a miracle drug. It's God's miracle drug.
You know, I thought about that a lot these last couple of years," She says in a choked voice. "About who was there for you. Who held your hand while you grieved for all that you'd lost?