Shelby Sever

Let this wreck you. Let it hurt. But don’t you dare let this fully break you.

If you get to a point where you see that your reality was skewed and your perception was off, don’t freak out. Breathe.

Understand that this is your chance; this is your shot to be whatever the hell you want.

This storm will pass, and I will be bruised from it. But I’ll be alive. And I’ll breathe deeper than ever before.

Remind yourself of who you were before this, and tell yourself about the person you are hopeful to become.

Lay out your 2017 self, dig through your personal dirt, and smile back on the moments of great light and breathe it all out.

If you’re reading this and not at this place yet, I understand. Just know you’ll get here, and take as long as you need.

Being alone is not a bad thing and neither is moving on from someone even when you don’t want to.

Someone chose to take something from you, yes, but you are still here. They didn’t take all of you. Someone else was weak; they couldn’t wait for something or couldn’t handle the rejection of not getting it so they took it. But you are not weak.

This doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, or that I didn’t wish things were different. I’m just doing that thing you do when you love somebody, understanding that what is best for them isn’t necessarily what is going to make you the happiest.

Now is the time for you to stretch those independent legs of yours and move the fuck on.

When you’re a guarded person, when you don’t let people in easily, you trick yourself into thinking it makes you stronger. You believe that by building this massive wall around yourself that you are protecting yourself.

It’s cool man, we all have them.

I want you to look at her. I mean really look at her. At her core, at her rawest point I want you to look.

Lately, life has not been the best. There have been circumstances that are unfortunate, but were out of my control.

It could be something small that sets it off. Small things have a way of piling up to make big scary monsters of a thing.

You imagine yourself to be the one that people come to when they are hurting, when they need a physical diary to write in. You hold the secrets of others that they entrust to no one else.

Coffee brewing in the morning.