Being soft in a hard world is a kind of strength.

Nothing is permanent, not even this feeling.

The best answers come in quiet moments.

The mind is loud when the room is quiet.

Nobody talks about how much you grieve who you used to be.

People show you who they are when they have nothing to gain.

The older I get, the smaller my circle and the bigger my peace.

Keep your heart soft and your boundaries clear.

Letting go is also a way of holding on to yourself.

Growth doesn't send a schedule.

Sometimes you outgrow places you once prayed for.

Some feelings don't fit into captions.

Deep waters run quiet.

Somewhere between who I was and who I'm becoming.

Some lessons arrive dressed as loss.

Some storms pass through to rearrange things.