needing reminders from years past

The ebb and the flow doesn't stop, but it also doesn't end. There's still love in the heart of the grief.

Shame is an added pain I don't have to add.

This world really is big enough to let us be enough.

Oh, I am so very, very human (and so are you, too).

My autumnal melancholy is definitely a thing. And it will lift. (Choose radical self-care.)

Because my wings may be torn, but my love holds them together.