Anorexia is not my friend.
Just because two people love/care about each other, doesn't mean they belong together.
Replacing one default with another still gets me to the same dark and lonely place.
Happiness is not outside of me. (I don't need someone else to make me happy).
Everyone is hurting. Everyone has pain. It's not all my fault. I didn't cause it all.
Some people can say, "I love you" and not mean it.
I am not always a good judge of character.
I CAN do it alone.
I have the ability to reach out to others who are in pain, and help them.
Even though I am flawed, I am still someone worth knowing.
Sometimes, people are just going to let me down. They are doing their best.
I can be mom AND dad. Because he chooses not to be.
I have to ask for what I need sometimes. And that doesn't make me weak.
Sometimes, people truly suck ass.
Doing what makes me happy isn't selfish.
Guns N Roses suck.
Money doesn't make me happy.
Someone who understands that I want to fight my own way, and other times, I need to be taken care of will forever win my heart.
Donuts make CO's happy.
Some people are truly, just mean.
It's OK to ask for help. But don't stay stuck there.
Facebook/Instagram don't always tell the whole (true) story.
Our children need us. Even when they don't.
I need someone who will drop everything when they see me, and hug me like they have missed me (even if I just saw them ten minutes ago).
Dogs will never hurt me.
If I try to become someone else in a relationship, to please my partner, I lose (everything).
We.All.Have.Pain.
Parents' and pets' love are the truest form of unconditional love there is.
If who I am is not who you want, it's OK if you keep on walking.
Mens' jeans are simply more comfortable than skinny jeans. It's true (Julie).
Partners who dig you do not seek affirmation/attention from others (digitally or in person).
People can leave scars.
Some men truly know how to be "men".
The love of your life will probably show up when you don't want him to.
Just because I clean the sink, doesn't mean it will stay clean.
Healing is a deliberate choice. So is staying sick.
People genuinely want to help.
Men who ask for (have) photos of (other) women on their phone/fb/instagram, aren't good enough for me.
Restricting/drinking prolongs the pain.
Guns N Roses still suck.
Love is a two-way street. And it takes effort.
Life is good.
Healing takes time.
When I can notice (and help mitigate) others' pain, I am healing and growing in my own recovery.
Sometimes when people leave, they clear the way for your happiness. (And you should write them a thank-you note).
