Why aren’t there any tomes on grief that don’t approach it from a religious angle? I don’t want to hear about anger at God, or angels in heaven until we meet again, that is not at all my belief system and distracts from what I am going through.
I did not allow my boss to tell anyone at work what happened. Not for a lack of emotion on my part, but for a lack of caring on theirs. I can’t imagine…
I keep having thoughts in my head, like “Am I now an only child?” But no. I am not an only child. I am a sister whose brother has died.
I am a sister whose only living witness to her childhood is gone. We were the only ones who shared that experience, now I am alone. No one else will remember the jokes, no one else will remember the endless hours of play, the squabbles, the shared eye rolls, the…
Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things (via recoveryisbeautiful)
A thousand moments that I had just taken for granted- mostly because I had assumed that there would be a thousand more.
Morgan Matson, Second Chance Summer (via minto-the-pieknight)
“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep…that have taken hold.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Realized yesterday that every day on my way to work I am going to have to drive by the exact place where my brother died.…
I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
Note to self (via lobstersandlilly)
Two feet! In shoes!
Yesterday I had what will likely be my last follow-up with my surgeon. I had many questions and areas of concern, but he was very happy with my progress and alleviated a lot of my worry.
My main area of concern was the continuing pain, especially pain that gets worse when I am not using my foot, mostly when driving with the left foot flexed at a 90 degree angle, and when lying…
If you have to choose between me and someone else, pick them. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with someone who is going to question if they made the right choice.
It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.
Hugh Laurie (via fawun)
YouTube comments aren’t “just the Internet.” They’re not the product of a group of otherwise nice guys who suddenly become evil when they wear a veil of anonymity. YouTube comments are actually a nightmarish glimpse into the sexist attitudes that define the fabric of our own existence in the “real world,” a world that, like YouTube, is owned and dominated by men. The most terrifying gift that the Internet has given us is that it’s shown us how men honestly perceive the world: as a place where women exist exclusively for their sexual pleasure.
In the wake of VidCon, and as more and more women start speaking up about the harassment they face online, it’s time to start realizing that our narrative of progress is deeply flawed. Things aren’t getting better for women on the Internet; they’re deteriorating and ignoring the problem amounts to being complicit in it.
"For women on the Internet, it doesn’t get better" by Samantha Allen (via femfreq)
It’s a beautiful day to suddenly remember Serious Marketing Reasons you have to be outside.
At PT for what I hope is the last time.