I’ve learnt that it’s ok to cry.
I’ve learnt it’s ok to be scared.
I’ve learnt that it’s ok to to hope and dream.
I’ve learnt that no matter how much you try to talk yourself into not loving someone, you just can’t tell your heart how to feel.
I’ve learnt that life is not easy, but there is always a reason to keep fighting.
I’ve learnt the emotional pain, is still a lot worse than physical pain even when you can’t stand anymore.
I’ve learnt that you don’t always need a listening ear, all you need is a pen and paper, a laptop or a phone, to write all your worries down.
I’ve learnt that my mum isn’t the monster I once thought she was and that mothers can be friends to.
I’ve learnt that even when my heart is breaking that, watching the frost glistening on the glass, trees, and roof tops, let’s me see that there is still beauty out there.
I’ve learnt the life is one hell of a bitch and no road is easy but life goes on even when you don’t want it to.
I’ve learnt that waiting in the consultants room as he reads your latest, CT scan, echo scans and blood results is terrifying no matter how many times you do it.
I’ve learnt the spending a good few days a week at the hospital that there are worst people off than you and you’re not alone in your fear.
I’ve learnt that his love is all I ever wanted and a bleeding heart is the most painful devastating lonely feeling/life.
I’ve learnt that the simple moments mean the most.
I’ve learnt the memories are the reason I smile.
But I’ve also learnt to be strong.