Every single thing in my life changed when I realized I was choosing to be depressed.
And we don’t need to be…
Not as high as possible, but instead…
Hiding is dangerous.
NEVER the other way around.
hint: it’s not spiders!
(on the inside)
it’s never been easier to confuse reality
a love poem to myself
a full list, complete with a fix for every reason.
END OF STORY.
try impressing you for a change.
hint: the answer rhymes with ‘shenough’
the gold coins are found on the well’s bottom, not its ledge.
a spacey exploration into the truth of your stories…
And start truthing instead.
For me, to move on. For you, permission to do the same.
Find the answer to, oh I don’t know, only every single problem in your life ever.
Think about the stuff you want.
Then get it.