Love is not a game.

At times love is pain.

I am allowed to take the space that I need.

I am allowed to breathe.

I am allowed to walk away.

I am allowed.

I am.

I am strong enough to handle all that comes my way.

I am strong enough to hear, without fear, what my emotions have to say.

I am strong enough.

I am.

I am willing to sit with grief and pain and heart-ache.

I am willing. 

I am.

I am kind and good and strong and brave.

I am.