One day, your home will be empty, and someone will have to decide what to do with your things. They'll open your drawers. They'll find the watch you treasured so much, the car you spent three years paying off, and the clothes you saved for special occasions because you didn't want to wear them out. And they'll make three piles: what to sell, what to give away, and what to throw away. None of it goes with you. Not a single thing. The only thing that goes with you is that afternoon you stayed talking for hours and didn't even realize where the time went. The look on your mom's face when you showed up to visit her without telling her you were coming. Don't collect things... Collect moments with the people you love
For those of us in our thirties, the loss of actresses who died in their thirties brings even greater sadness; itโs like watching a friend you grew up with pass away.
"Girly" movies you watched as a child and teenager, fashion and style icons, and sources of inspiration for your teenage self.
I still feel empty and sad.
Nobody tells you how hard it is to rewire your brain so you can allow amazing things to happen to you after so much trauma or hurt. Blessings exist, good people exist, a softer life exists. Let it happen.
โBut you survivedโ I disassociate, like a lot. My heart drops when someone raises their voice. I shut down very easily. And I'm far too observant. I always feel like a burden. I isolate often. But yeah, sure, I guess I survived.