Words only have power if you let them. When they were pointed at me, I let them.
Broken machines don’t give prizes. Broken people don’t give love.
It can be anything that breaks our spirit, rocks our worlds, or rattles our foundations.
The things I don’t talk about greatly outnumber the things I do.
So far in the rear view mirror, they don’t even appear closer than they are.
I keep picturing Kindergarten Cop only Arnold is screaming, “It’s not the virus!”
Others may cut your down, but that doesn’t mean you can’t put yourself back together and grow. I did.
What hurt the most was that I had accepted them.
It’s a path I never expected to travel, but am glad I had the courage to walk it.
There was no way I was having a heart attack. Right? I didn’t have heart attacks. Other people did.