It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.
In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster, or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road.
You have power over your mind, not outside events.
Self-love is the new relationship goals.
We all know this virus kills by two means.
My imperfections make me beautiful.
When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and brings joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.
Exist to be happy, not to impress.