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Category: Beau Taplin

I cannot stand the words Get over it. All of us are under such pressure to put our problems in the past tense. Slow down. Don’t allow others to hurry your healing. It is a process, one that may take years, occasionally, even a lifetime — and that’s OK.

get-over-it, healing, ptsd, recovery, trauma

In the night, I am kept awake by the endless chatter of my inner self. I hear it speak softly of old hurts and fondly of past loves, while its demands and anxieties resound throughout me in multitudes.I could be calm and composed all day long, but the moment it is dark, my mind riots.

anxieties, chatter, demands, hurts, love, night, self

I learned much too late that what you called love was nothing but a desperate and irrational fear of a life lived alone.

alone, fear, loneliness, love

The act of you leaving was just the full stop at the end of a terrible sentence. Fact is, I lost you long before you ever left.

Some people are magic, and others are just the illusion of it.

illusion, magic, people

Self love is an oceanand your heart is a vessel. Make it full,and any excess will spill overinto the lives of the peopleyou hold dear. But you must come first.

poetry, self-love

Hearts aren’t handcuffs and people aren’t prisons. When you feel it’s time for you to leave, you leave. You neither need to wait to be released, nor ask for permission.

going, going-away, handcuffs, heart, hearts, humans, leave, life, living, people, permission, prisons, release, time-to-go

The act of you leaving was just the full stop at the end of a terrible sentence. Fact is, I lost you long before you ever left.

Hearts aren’t handcuffs and people aren’t prisons. When you feel it’s time for you to leave, you leave. You neither need to wait to be released, nor ask for permission.

going, going-away, handcuffs, heart, hearts, humans, leave, life, living, people, permission, prisons, release, time-to-go

Self love is an oceanand your heart is a vessel. Make it full,and any excess will spill overinto the lives of the peopleyou hold dear. But you must come first.

poetry, self-love