For People stuck in emotional turmoil. May you see the light.

The hardest part of waking up is realizing the person you were waiting for never actually existed.

You were in love with a potential, a shadow, or a mask they wore when life was easy.

Grief is the price of clarity. It feels like losing someone, but what you’re really feeling is truth finally setting you free.

You are not cold for seeing the patterns; you are simply no longer willing to play a role in a story requiring your erasure.

You can stop trying to translate your pain into a language they refuse to learn. You don’t need them to admit it was raining to know you are wet.

Put down the umbrella you are holding for both of you and walk into the sun.

You aren’t leaving them behind; you are finally catching up to yourself.