Katie Wilhelm

Dating apps are a wonderful concept. But dating apps are not for everyone.

I learned about my strengths and weaknesses, the roots of my depression and how to shift my mindset into something positive and helpful for self growth.

Maybe it’s okay to let someone in again; to discover someone’s strange obsessions and tell them every mundane detail of our day.

Deep down, underneath the carefully constructed pseudo confidence I exude, I am so afraid of everything. 

We only have so much time on this mind-blowing, gorgeous earth to take it all in. I want to inhale and exhale as much of the world as I can. I couldn’t do that from an office.

Let the wounds fuel you in every endeavor you strive for.

Love the girl who understands real pain but can find the bliss in it anyway.

My freedom was different than yours. My recklessness stemmed from being mentally ravenous. I don’t risk my life but I will risk my sanity thinking about the injustices that exist in this world.

The word misaphonia translates to “hatred of sound,” but it turns out that this hatred of all kinds of noises goes so much deeper than a simple translation.

You wonder how to bring up your embarrassing hobbies and interests without turning him off altogether.

Something I am good at: Love. I am good at love.

Extract hope from tragedy instead of attributing it to the fact that “everything happens for a reason.” Because frankly, not everything does and in a way, that is kind of comforting.

People pull away, fade away, go away and we are left to pick up the pieces. This is the time in which we will find out the most about ourselves.

I know what it is like to be broken. And I am so incredibly lucky that I do. I can understand life on a deeper level.

It’s been brilliant.

I have been on the other side of heartbreak before: the side with the endless amount of tears, the loss of identity and the overwhelming, hovering grief.

And not only will you never know, you will never understand, which are two very different concepts.

It was the memory of us that wouldn’t allow me to sleep at night. It was the remnants of mental images of us that caused me so many tears. It was the thought of us together that made this pain so excruciating.