“It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”

― Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy

“To venture causes anxiety, but not to venture is to lose one's self.... And to venture in the highest is precisely to be conscious of one's self.” ― Søren Kierkegaard

"But now it strikes me far too late again That I was asking far too much of everyone around me And now it strikes me far too late again That I should answer for myself"

-Sufjan Stevens, The Ascension

Anxiety is not your body trying to hurt you, It's your body trying to take you away from a painful or traumatic experience. Taking the time to express your gratitude for your body trying to protect you, really shed light on my anxiety. It really opened my eyes. -@akiadreinme

I don't know you, but I wish I did. I wish I could tell you how much I love you. Love your eyes, for reading this. Love your hands, for holding my words. I wish I could tell you in a way you could understand that so long as you read this, the world is not so terrible a place. That so long as we speak to each other, so long as there is love in the movement of a pen over paper and love in the movement of eyes over words We will be alright. We will know each other. We will learn each other like songs. Know nothing else of me but that I love you. That I love you as one can only love the unknown, conjured by address. Know that as I speak to you, I am inventing you. And that as you read me, you are inventing me. And that this is keenly, unspeakably beautiful. Know that whatever else you may be, you are beloved. You are completely, unconditionally loved by me in this space, this moment will endure ever and always. For as long as you read this. I wrote this for you. And only you. For you alone out of the millions. I love you... thank you. -Amal El-Mohtar, Pockets.