"If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad."
- My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via aurelle)

(Source: hrive-ithiliel, via or-do-thorns-have-roses)

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I’m a strong, ferocious, brave, mighty warrior goddess, I think to myself as I pull on my sweat pants and hole-up in a blanket fort with Netflix, some stuffed animals, and maybe a cup of tea

Thirteen years. It’s been thirteen years since I was supposed to visit the WTC for the first time, I remember feeling so disappointed when my mom decided to cancel our day trip into the city. I remember instead playing outside in my neighbors yard when her older sister started screaming from inside the house. I watched the buildings I was supposed to be visiting, with my friend’s uncle, a man I was supposed to meet inside, burn and collapse on themselves. It has been thirteen years, but we will never forget these moments. Please keep the thousands of innocent people who were lost due to the acts of this day and their friends and families in your thoughts and prayers during this difficult time of year. 

Thirteen years. It’s been thirteen years since I was supposed to visit the WTC for the first time, I remember feeling so disappointed when my mom decided to cancel our day trip into the city. I remember instead playing outside in my neighbors yard when her older sister started screaming from inside the house. I watched the buildings I was supposed to be visiting, with my friend’s uncle, a man I was supposed to meet inside, burn and collapse on themselves. It has been thirteen years, but we will never forget these moments. Please keep the thousands of innocent people who were lost due to the acts of this day and their friends and families in your thoughts and prayers during this difficult time of year. 

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(This is the first of several posts I’ll make throughout the month about a few of the kids that changed my life.)

This is Bryce Kameron Raub. It isn’t simple to explain why September is such an important month or how I got involved in the first place, but Bryce is an every day reminder that this isn’t a fight that should be pushed aside.

At just a couple of months old, Bryce was diagnosed with Rhabdomyosarcoma- the cancer that would ultimately take his life just weeks before his second birthday. The countless treatments he went through prolonged his life, but couldn’t save it. Things quickly became a matter of keeping him here week by week, day by day.
I came across his story a few months before he passed away. Bryce’s beautiful family wrote updates regularly and I eventually became so attached to him and his story that his death shattered me, no matter how much I knew it would happen.

It’s been well over three years, and my stomach still drops when I wake up every morning and see his photo and chemo bear on my shelf. It’s a reminder that this beautiful boy no longer has a chance to chase his dreams. That no more memories are being made, and all anyone can do is cling to the pieces of evidence that he was here and he was loved. That bear is one of the most meaningful things that I own, and the fact that I’m able to keep a little piece of him with me forever proves just how beautiful his family really is.

This isn’t okay. This will never, ever be okay. Life shouldn’t be about symptom management or hoping that tomorrow will be less painful. Childhood cancer awareness is important. I realize that it’s painful to see these kids dying, but if everyone looks away, it’ll never end. Please don’t look away.

If you’d like to read more of Bryce’s story, his website is caringbridge.org/visit/bryce09