on some weird sap shit, I really did go to hell. I tortured my body and floated through my life sad as fuck over something I would have been over within a year. but guess what? I learned valuable things that school/ parents could never teach you. wisdom. I learned that you can’t dwell on the horrible things that happen to you. you have to breathe. hold your breath, count to 10 slowly, and remember better things are coming. the terrible shit you go through is a stepping stone to the better, I promise. heartbreak is a sickness that’s not cured with medicine (not even natures good ol natural remedy). you have to heal yourself. and by doing what? not dwelling. do not find the grief, let it find you when it’s ready. if it’s not there, don’t force the saddness.
— Andrea Gibson (via creatingaquietmind)