They say that patience is a virtue and if that’s true it’s one I do not have. I’ve never been a patient person. Maybe it’s my anxiety that just has me too amped up for things or maybe it’s something a little bit more, but lately I’ve been noticing that it’s not so laughable as it used to be.

For the last 2 years, I’ve constantly had people tell me how brave I am. Per usual, I shied away from it. I didn’t understand how anything I was doing was brave. I feel like we all have an image in our heads when someone uses the word “bravery”, right? Maybe you picture someone running into a burning building or a soldier on the battlefield or someone going through chemo… people who are fighting things. To me, that’s what bravery has always been, but I’m coming to realize that it’s definitely more than that…

If you’re not singing right now, I don’t know if we can be friends.

But seriously, this is something I’ve been thinking on over recent months. What actually is love?

Sometimes the best way to move on from something is to make a final statement on the matter. After this post, I will continue to use this blog to spread awareness, work through my own shit, and help others if they need it, but I will no longer stew over the actions of someone unworthy of my time and energy.