It's a cold, hard fact of life. At some point, no matter what, you'll need to get over someone you love.
Are you learning? Or just avoiding?
My mother is a true altruist, who strives to make generosity a daily practice. I can’t help but wonder if maybe that’s why she’s so goddamn happy all the time.
When you're living with depression, happiness is not something you can flick on, like the dangling light in an old, abandoned saloon.
Are you going to invite someone who will piss in your sink?
You can create a life you deserve, or you can settle for a life of excuses.