You take care of yourself, Rachel," she said, and there was something about the way she said it that made it feel like a warning. We are tied together, forever bound by the stories we told.

Flowers teach us that nothing is permanent: not their beauty, not even the fact that they will inevitably wilt, because they will still give new seeds.
Remember this when you feel joy, pain, or sadness.
Everything passes, grows old, dies, and is reborn.

When your heart is broken, you can choose to be injuried or endure, then move on.

Things from your past cannot change. Letting go and moving on is being apart of the human race.

Hollowness: that I understand. I'm starting to believe that there isn't anything you can do to fix it. That's what I've taken from the therapy sessions: the holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mold yourself through the gaps

I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that