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.