For me, it’s about freedom, owning up to my stuff and allowing myself to move forward.
That’s what this all is, you’re being tested for something greater. That explains the homelessness, the joblessness, the undue criticism from everyone; the savior must go through pain.
One of the most challenging things about being diagnosed with bipolar disorder is the weight of the stigma surrounding it.
I was getting sick. It was the kind of sick that made it hard for me to breathe, to actually show up and do my best work.
For we are enough and we’re exactly where we need to be: in the life of someone who we mean the world to, before we even utter a word.
Letting go of someone could be the breakthrough you’ve been needing to give to yourself. It could be making space for the people, the healthy habits, the practices, and the love that would actually light up your life.