overcoming

Who remembers THIS quote?

“They had you wrapped up like a present yesterday. Like you were his reward.”

Remember Feyre’s response? “So?”

Remember how angry Rhys was at the response? I can agree with him. Because Feyre was so sick that she honestly didn’t care that Tamlin practically owned her. She didn’t care that she was his goddamn REWARD, as if he had done some heroic thing. As if he hadn’t sat and watched while Feyre faced trials and was dying in the dungeons. She hated herself so much and was so reliant on Tamlin and Ianthe that Tamlin could’ve hit her and raped her and done whatever else to her, and she probably would have fought back the first few times, but would stop fighting after a while. So some people say there’s nothing wrong with her response. I say that EVERYTHING was wrong with her response.

And you know what? Here’s another reason I love Rhysand: he brought back that fight in her. Even the first time she came to the Night Court, she fought him because she loathed him. She gained her power back slowly because he helped her realize she never lost it in the first place. And when she grew to like him, that fight didn’t fade. In fact, it thrived. She healed because Rhys helped her understand she was sick. And when she wasn’t sick anymore, and was able to see that she’d been wrong, he stayed with her. Bonded with her. Loved her. Tamlin hated the fight in Feyre and wanted to stop it; Rhys embraced that flame and fanned it to make it grow.

And you know what? If Feyre looked back now and remembered saying “So?” in response to Rhys’ observation, I’m sure she’d be horrified about it. Her strength is the most imspiring thing in the whole ACOTAR series to me. Yes, the whole “Court of Dreams” thing is wonderful, and having friends as amazing as the Inner Circle is cool, too, but nothing is as awesome (and I mean “awesome” in the old way, not the new) as seeing Feyre overcome her demons, love herself, and become such a strong figure. I aspire to be like her one day. So thank you, Sarah J. Maas, because you did more for me through your stories than most ever would’ve bothered to in real life.

“The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.” - Alice Walker

You’re never too broken to not be used by God. You’re never too dirty to be loved by God. You’ll never make enough mistakes to make God turn His back on you.
You are not powerful enough to ruin God’s plans for you.
It’s never too late to offer God your heart (even if it’s beating a little slower than you’d like it to.)

If you are breathing you have a purpose. There is someone out there who needs to hear the words you have to speak. There is someone out there who needs that hug you have to give. There is someone out there who needs to see your scars. There is someone out there who needs you, plain and simple.

You have been given a life for a reason: you were knitted together for a purpose.

Even the darkest nights turn into morning. Don’t let your pain overshadow your future.

Perhaps you were created for such a time as this. Esther 4:14

Don’t let your fear hold you captive. Don’t let your shame chain you. Don’t let your shame fool you. Don’t let your guilt trap you. Don’t let your doubt control you.

Tell your demons to get lost. You have work to do.

-31Women (Ansley)

I am learning how to function without the weight of you over me like a
cloud
I am learning to watch my favorite films without thinking about how many times you’ve loved it more than me
I’m listening to my favorite genre
without remembering you introducing me,
My coffee is strong and black and even the way it drips reminds me you are drinking the same every morning.
Somehow it is a reminder that every time you called my lips perfect just to kiss them you were writing poems about someone else’s
The coffee stains my lips the same way your words did,
A constant reminder,
You go to my favorite record store,
You buy clothes at the same thrift shops I go to twice a month
It’s a miracle we never run into one another
I’m forgetting how the sound of your guitar was my guide and I’m
forgetting the sound of your voice,
How it could bring me back in a second.
I don’t look down in the shower when I can help it because my own body is a reminder
The rain is a reminder
Everything that was once about you I need to rewrite and
I must rewire my brain to not think of your eyes when the clouds part in winter
I always ask myself
How many ways can you phrase the same song?
Why am I writing this if its not about you?
—  Rinse and Repeat
Feel

How do we deal with emotion? What’s the worlds way of channeling it- forgetting the pain? Am I supposed to drink it away, smoke until the vapors kill my lungs before the brutality of it can make its way to my heart- or maybe just take an extra step over the side of my own war zone and call it quits? Is that what i’m expected to do- collapse?

What is it? What’s the truth behind the struggle of overcoming? I can’t grasp it. Why can’t we just feel. Feel it all. The pain, the heartache- every bit of it. Why can’t we feel it and grow from it?


// we are allowed to FEEL


(via @lorenashleigh )

Conquering Nightmares - Trauma Healing

Today I decided to take advantage of this gorgeous weather and work on some self-healing. I’m in the middle of my biggest fear - where I was almost kidnapped 18 months ago - and although I am feeling overwhelmed and on he verge of a panic attack I am remembering that the fear I feel is solely in my mind. I am strong, I am brave, and I am okay. It’s over and nobody can hurt me anymore - not even myself once I have conquered this demon of mine. Nothing shall have the power to hold me back, not today and not in my future.

I am tired. I am tired of pretending that I am happy. I am tired of putting up a fake smile. I think for once I need to cry. I need to let it all out and be vulnerable. It is not about being weak, but it is about feeling and overcoming. It is about being able to say that I have gone through shit but here I am still standing and living my life.

“My humanity is a constant self-overcoming, but I need solitude: a recovery, a return to myself, a breath of a free, light, playful air. The whole of my Zarathustra is a dithyramb to solitude, or, if you have understood me, to purity.”

—F. Nietzsche, Ecce Homo, “Why I Am So Wise” §8 (edited excerpt).