It is all you, it is all in you breathe your sorrows small love them small live them small We know it is a big ask but you must make room for your sorrow
What they didn't tell her about the other side is that upon arrival, the journey isn't over. It's not the end of the road, and it's not somewhere over the rainbow. Every day she climbs a mountain of thoughts. And she has to descend, wading through them again, before the sun goes down so she can ...