Bruised Hearts

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Bruised hearts  belong to the brave and the willing.

The ones who open wide to pain and shake hands with fear.

The ones who love so fiercely we cannot help but savor every last drop of lust and love.

The ones who are abused and used…

Left to be broken and battered in ash filled memories that drift like haze into our lungs.

Bruised hearts beat stronger than the rest.

We know what it’s like to feel heartache with every beat per minute- counting to ten over and over again until the day is done and we can finally breathe in our sleep.

Bruised hearts do not lack self-worth.

We value our beauty and brains because we know exactly what we have to offer and what we deserve.

We aren’t afraid to walk away from anything less than a HELL YEAH and we will never settle for mediocre. 

We value the person we are and push against all odds to cling to our dreams.

Bruised hearts exceed exhaustion.

With sweaty palms and empty lungs- we pace ourselves in a life long race of self love and self empowerment.

We constantly remind ourselves how far we’ve come and the strength we’ve tirelessly built along the way.

Our bodies and our minds are a fortress that cannot be destroyed by those who try to manipulate and change us.

Bruised hearts are willing to do whatever it takes to be the person we know we can be.

A person who loves everyone so recklessly that smiles are ignited wherever we go.

A person who inspires those around us to lift others up instead of falling into jealousy’s arms.

Bruised hearts have been damaged and ripped to shreds.

We have ricocheted countless attacks and we are still sewing the pieces back together as we grow.

We will never stop growing.

Our lights will never be dimmed.

Bruised hearts will always glow.

 

❤ Anna Marie

 

College Seniors: We’re Terrified

We are all just FREAKING OUT.

I don’t know if I could ever accurately describe what it feels like to be a senior in college.

I know that the hours of good sleep I get averages about maybe 15 hours a week.

I know that even though my head hits the pillow at 10 p.m., I fight my thoughts until I’m so exhausted my brain hurts too much to fall asleep.

By the time I wake up, I feel more exhausted then I did the day before.

I’m a full-time student with a 15-credit load who is in class 4 hours a day, works 5-8 hours a day and does homework for 2 hours every night on top of applying for jobs who say you’re under-qualified and inexperienced.

Even though I’ve worked three jobs in the field with two internships and a college degree.

I don’t even know where I’m going to be living in a month and a half let alone where I’ll be working.

And who is going to take a chance on a girl who has clawed her way to even have a shot at her dreams.

As a senior, you realize that the 16 years of schooling you’ve done, every single thing you know about routine, every system you are familiar with– it’s all about to change.

You are told you have to take a job you won’t love because we have to start somewhere.

We are told that the real world is awful and ruthless.

We have spent the last four years loving our peers and freedom and now it’s time to leave.

I have talked with other seniors about the countless panic attacks and breakdowns we’ve had in the past months.

Because when you’re told your entire life where to go and what to do- it’s terrifying to be thrown into a pit of self-doubt where your entire life is judged on a piece of paper and a 10 minute interview.

And we have to keep our head above water and tell ourselves to enjoy this last semester because our days are numbered.

We are all terrified and panicking.

We are all screaming with excitement to start our lives.

We just can’t tell you how or when they will start.

Seniors, I heard something from an older man who has been in our shoes and it is so simple it hurts. Don’t rush.

Easier said then done when we have been drilled to soar above expectations but remember to breathe. The right opportunity will come when it needs to.

Keep your head up and your heart strong.

Anna Marie