i hold myself sometimes, and tell myself over and over again, that i will be okay. that no matter how bad my anxiety gets, i will live through this. this has been the one fact that has pushed me through so much.

i will live through these sort of things.

one hundred and thirty-two people will not.

i mourn their families, for they have a missing piece now.

i mourn for the terrorists who must be so twisted and sick inside, to do something this horrible.

i do not mourn the dead, they have gone to a safer and better place. i just hope they weren't in much pain.

i will be okay.
i will pray for the ones who aren't so sure anymore.

#prayforparis