Lately, I've been including this in my prayer: "If I'm not meant to have it, Lord, please remove the desire from my heart to want it, and help me find peace in its absence."
I’m so glad me and my friends can be honest with eachother without getting mad like yeah bitch gone head and add some more hair to that lil ass bun before we go out.
Nobody talks about the angry stage of healing. The rage you feel when you realize how much and how long you were taken advantage of. The absolute disgust you feel towards those people that mislead you. It comes in waves. Sometimes you'll feel healed and then it suddenly hits you.