Dear Protesters Outside Of Planned Parenthood: I Don’t Need Your Prayers
“God loves you very much,” they called to me.
“God loves you very much,” they called to me.
There is no glory unless you put yourself on the line.
My realist brain told me if I was not going to marry you, why were we trying to stay together? Why date at all if you do not see a future? My realist brain tried to make sense of the mess we had gotten ourselves into.
I will never be someone’s friend with benefits. Take me or leave me, but don’t expect me to be here ready and waiting for you when you get home.
Life continues on in my world, with classes and homework and activities. Life here does not stop for death.
I want to believe that I have acquired the skills to ward off another depression. I won; I cannot and will not let it get the best of me.
Instead, take a step back and calm down. Be alone. Do whatever you need to do to relax and diffuse. Just don’t let it get to you. You’ve worked too hard to let one thing wreck your stability.
I ensure it won’t happen by pushing people away. If I sense someone is starting to become distant, I become distant first. I abandon ship. It’s a natural instinct I use to protect myself.
I don’t care what he says. His writing is beautiful, just like I told him that first night, and I would read it any day. No judgment involved. He had the capability to hurt me and instead he showed me what could happen if I only took a risk and opened up.
Live for something. Don’t let sadness define you.