Maybe They Wanted To
“If they wanted to, they would.” I understand why people say it. But I’ve wanted to do many things that fear, timing, wisdom, or healing kept me from doing. Humans are rarely as simple as one sentence.
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A Love Letter to My Friends
I thought I was writing a love letter to my friends. My therapist gently corrected me: “No…this is their love letter to you.” I haven’t looked at friendship the same way since.
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You’ve Handled It So Well
You’ve handled it so well.” It was meant as a compliment. But sometimes the people carrying the heaviest things are simply the ones who’ve learned how to carry them quietly.
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The Silence of My Suffering
Deep pain has poor peripheral vision. For a season, all I could see was my own survival. I thought that meant I had become selfish. Now I wonder if it simply meant I was human.
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Fresh Isn’t First
We all love fresh starts. But I’ve learned that nothing truly becomes fresh until we’re willing to clean what came before it. Sometimes healing looks less like starting over and more like washing yesterday away.
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Bonus Rounds
I thought I hated when personal trainers added bonus rounds. Turns out, I don’t hate the extra exercises. I hate when life changes the plan after my mind has already decided it was finished.
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The Little Pieces
We often think healing requires someone to carry our biggest burden. But I’ve learned that the people who change us most are usually the ones quietly picking up all the little pieces while we learn to lift the boulder ourselves.
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I Like That I’m Crying
I used to think happiness was the only acceptable emotion. Now I wonder if my tears have been leading me somewhere all along. Maybe crying isn’t a sign that I’m falling apart—maybe it’s proof that I’m finally healing.
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The Puzzle
I spent years believing the worst day of my life only took from me. Thirty years later, I can finally see the unexpected gifts that quietly grew in its wake. Grief didn’t disappear—but my perspective did.
