we are all leaving here one day. but before we do, we can choose to move with love, with intention, with kindness, with compassion. every day, we get to choose ourselves, each other, and the kind of world we want to live in—together.
choose wisely, please.
life gets to be an apostrophe; a comma, an open ended series of run-on sentences; ellipses, constantly going.
we get to shift, bend, mending all the ways we get to show up for the seasons of these many lifetimes.
life was meant to be experienced—fall in love. leave your hometown. read the all the books. buy the vinyl. go back to school. sleep with who you want. book the flight. pick up a new hobby. write more letters. send that text. take all the selfies.
live this life, lovingly.
Complex trauma tries to tell us we gotta hide from everyone, because if anyone REALLY saw or knew us, they'd feel as bad about us as WE feel about OURSELVES.
CPTSD mangles our self-perception & tries to cut us off from sources of support & reality testing.
Push back.