I remember going through the, “But it’s not fair…why can’t things just be normal, why can’t today just be different…is it too much to ask to just…”

I know that when things get hard I start to make up stories in my head.
"If I don’t talk about it my mates that will make it easier…they don’t want to hear about my stuff…they won’t understand what I am going through…it will be easier to just detach…I don’t want people to know how weird/hard/strange things are...it's just another sad thing to share and they don't need that”

Just like in Hunger Games, our love for each other is a sustaining power. We endure through our acts of kindness and our love provides strength when we need it the most.

How can a moment be so intensely beautiful and so exquisitely heartbreaking all at the same time?
How can a moment be so full of laughter and happiness and yet bring you to your knees in grief?

Give people the opportunity to give back the love you so freely give to others.

I wanted to talk to you about the phrase self care and why I think it’s dangerous.

As the world changes again and people get back to their lives, please don't forget the people who can't.

Sometimes courage roars and is the powerful voice inside and sometimes courage bears witness to all the tears you have cried.

In a world where you can be anything, be kind.