We are beautiful because we are sons and daughters of God, not because we look a certain way.
Hold yourself back, or heal yourself back together. You decide.
Recovery is hard. Regret is harder.
Dropping in and out of your own life (for psychotic breaks, or treatment in a hospital) isn’t like getting off a train at one stop and later getting back on at another. Even if you can get back on (and the odds are not in your favor), you’re lonely there. The people you boarded with originally are far, far ahead of you, and now you’re stuck playing catch-up.