It still stings

There are wounds we carry around with us that we think have fully healed, but a bump or graze out of left field can open them up again when we least expect it. We sit there, a little dazed and confused, looking at the gaping wound, picking at it, almost curiously. Why are you still…

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Three little words

I think as adults we go through phases of what we need to hear/what we want to hear depending on what we are going through at the time. From friends, partners, loved ones, parents. It changes depending on where we are at with life and with ourselves. Sometimes we need to hear I love you;…

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