life

Because when you dig a little deeper, all of those “darkest moments”? They’re really not so messed up at all. In fact, they’re actually pretty amazing.

I want to live my best life and, honestly, it's exhausting. Sometimes I wish I could just take a break and say I'm content with where I'm at.

This cartoon was about a friendly, magical dragon having nautical adventures, but it filled me with a terrible sense of dread, not unlike the feeling I had when a policeman came to talk with us about strangers in vans with candy or a fireman came to remind us to craft an escape plan should our house catch fire.

Failure to thrive. It’s an awful term. All I heard was failure. In my mind, over and over, you’ve failed him, you’ve failed him.

This has been a week of shitty news. And for me, the eternally glass-half-full kind of girl, that says a lot.

I am stronger than my struggle and I am worth the work it takes. I’ve survived every hard day of my life so far, and I will survive more. The chasm between surviving and thriving is faith.

Life is hard. It’s just really hard sometimes.

...[B]eing among the dead rightsizes my problems, makes me feel small like staring at the ocean. After all, we are all being carried along toward the same inevitable fate as the men and women whose headstones I pass on my daily strolls. The best we can hope for is that someday someone will stop to calculate our ages and wonder about our lives after we’re gone.