Katie Rochelle

If you live with anxiety you know this face well. You recognize its presence and dread its return.

You can find the art of resilience. You are resilient. 

Time is precious, what you do with it; who you spend it with matters.

Fight hard to find your place in the world. Because you have one. You have a place waiting for you.

Here I am, 24 years old, still just crushing.

Whatever your farewell will be on New Year’s Eve, I hope it’s for the better. I hope it’s for the good.

Anxiety isn’t living in fear every day. It’s wanting to do things but feeling like you can’t.

I don’t think we ever stop searching for our purpose in life. But I do believe that God calls upon us to do certain things at certain seasons of our lives. He brings us back to places and people with a purpose.

What if I told you that happy is right here and right now? What if I told you to stop wishing away your moments for better ones, for more together ones? What if I told you to stop looking for answers, to stop focusing on getting there and to start enjoying here?

Being strong is default to you. It’s second nature. You don’t know how to not be strong, even if you tried. You can’t stop fighting. You can’t stop searching, hoping, wandering.

Witnessing others fall in love and stay in love, is a magical thing. It gives you hope that love still exists in the world.

I’ve never been the one to leave. I haven’t mastered the art of goodbyes.

I’ve always seen closed doors as a missed opportunity, as a, I’m sorry”, maybe next time. I’ve always felt so dissatisfied when things didn’t work out, when I didn’t get what I so desperately thought I wanted. But now, I’m starting to see the bigger picture.

Know that your type will never go out of style. That the world thrives off the love you graciously give. You pour into all the half empty cups. Filling them up. Quenching their thirst.

I’ve always felt the need to be strong for everyone else. But right now, I need someone to be strong for me. I need someone to just simply say, “it’s going to be okay”.

I don’t know that my life would ever be the same. I don’t know that I’d see these faces again. I don’t know that’d it be easier calling another place home.

I’m that girl that tries to read a book and will probably never finish. I’m that girl that will stop in the middle of the street to pet a dog. I’m that girl that needs to be reminded you care. I’m that girl that doesn’t mind sitting in silence.

It is the constant struggle of finding our place, only to be told we belong there no more. It’s trying to make our mark. Figuring out what steps to take, what hands to hold, and what decisions to make.