The reason
abusers can’t hurt me anymore is not because I finally proved to them that I am
worthy of being treated well, it’s because they don’t know where I live or how
to contact me. Getting away is winning.
As someone that has grown up surrounded by beaches and done surf life saving, I know how the sea works. Lots of people dont. Every summer multiple tourists die here because they don’t respect the sea, if you’re going to the coast, here’s a thing I saw on Facebook.
wow.
reblogging for all of us that grew up in land locked states, then visit the ocean and are used to just plunging into a lake.
All of this applies to Lake Michigan, as well. The rips aren’t as big, but they do happen. We lose tourists every year.
it’s never too late. for anything: to apologize, to chase a dream, to try again, to forgive, to pick up a hobby, to fall in love, to change. you can do it whenever you want
In a weird place between wanting quarantine to end because my mental health is absolutely spiraling, and hoping quarantine continues because I can’t imagine going back into functioning society again.
Never apologise for showing feeling … When you do so, you apologise for truth.
