A Stolen Life

I learned in therapy the word "No" is a complete sentence.

I don't believe in hate. To me it wastes too much time. People who hate waste so much of their life hating that they miss out on all the other stuff out here.

We live in a world where we rarely speak out and when someone does, often nobody is there to listen.

I enjoy life so much more now, and I try hard to appreciate each and every day, but deep down I am still afraid it will be taken away.

Hearts become attached as easily as they become broken and our minds are left sifting through the pieces, which I fear take a lifetime to put back together to achieve any form of acceptance.

Love is not part time and its not conditional. I learned this from my mom.

Love is the easy part; it's the living without the love you need is hard.

There are moments in which all of us need to have a backbone and feel that we have the right to say no to adults if we believe they are doing the wrong thing. You must find your voice and not be afraid to speak up.

A light that I thought had been extinguished was slowly coming back to life.

Ask yourself, "what would you do to survive?

The fact is it happened. It's over now. I do not live my life constantly wishing that I could change the past.

Our relationship was built on a house of cards. One good blow and you find the pieces scatter in the wind quite easily.

Is life worth living simply because you live, or is it worth more if you make life happen?

I've learned that verbal abuse can be just as damaging as physical abuse and take longer to heal from.

Genes, I have learned, do not make a family. Families are the people that stick around through good and bad times. Sadness is a part of life. Choosing to be happy and see the glass half full is a struggle we all must make.

She reminds me of a turtle; you can never quite know wha ta turtle is thinking.

I love metaphors and she has come up with the idea of lighting candles to symbolize my past, present, and future. My past and present were the two candles we started with; she would ask me what I would like to start with or deal with today. I would light up either my past or my present depending on the answer. During the last few sessions we've used the candles I've noticed my past melting more and more and becoming duller and duller in light.

Even if it is just one thing or person you have to be thankful for, that is enough.

For nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the ind as a steady purpose -- a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.

I am not proud of that today, but I did what I had always done... tried to survive an impossible situation.

T. S. Eliot once wrote, “I said to my soul be still, and wait without hope; for hope would be hope for the wrong thing.

Families are like snowflakes: they come in many shapes and sizes and no two are the same. And like a snowflake, they are very delicate and must be protected and guarded from elements that threaten to destroy their precarious balance.

People who hate waste so much of their life hating that they miss out on all the other stuff out here.

I am so lucky and blessed for all the wonderful things that I do have. Life is too short to think about all the things you don’t have.

My trust and hope were indeed put in the wrong person(s), but nevertheless it still lived.

did I have? He controlled everything. He said Nancy