Status Updates From Stitching the Soul

People fear those who stand up for themselves. The people who fight day in and day out for the rights of the vulnerable. They fear the people who fight the chains. So, continue breaking them.

Warum hat sich mein 16 jähriges Ich damals so viele poetry Bücher gekauft??? 🥴🥴🥴

Growing from struggles, lost friendships, and self-destruction doesn't mean changing who you are. It means learning yourself over, figuring out what makes you the best that you can be.

She just wants someone who will make the effort, love all her flaws, support her through it all.

I poured myself into you
every dream and every hope
And yet you walked away
the minute I needed help

Grief really wants to be loved. It hides in the corners of your soul that feel most vulnerable. It dreams of a moment you will reach out your hands and let it be held. It gathers in the folds of your sheets and asks to be nurtured. Grief knows that ripping yourself apart isn't going to heal the wounds. It is an ache that needs a place to go. Grief is a friend needing to be reminded it is not alone.

Recovery is a battle,
no matter how great or how small.
And even if you have these battles
for the rest of your life,
you are still here to fight them,
and for that you won the war.

I imagine we think of damaged and grieving people as haunted houses. That if we get too close we may see things we do not wish to see. But haunted houses are more than places with aching memories. They are homes needing light, souls need compassion, beauty needing understanding. Sometimes haunted houses hold memories that need a hand to hold and a welcome back.