There are always two sides to every story.

My mother is a liar and is manipulative. 

"Sweetheart, you can love when he stays up for 6 hours talking to you.
You can love when he accepts your broken pieces and reveals his own to you.
You can love the shy, gentle hugs he gives you before you start dating.
You can love the awkward but cute way he words asking you to be his ball date, and then his girlfriend.
You can love the fact that even when he’s on the other side of the world he spends hours talking to you, telling you how much he wishes he could be home to see you.
You can love the way he hesitates before kissing you passionately the first time your lips finally meet.
You can love the way he doesn’t overuse his compliments and makes them sound sincere.
You can love the way he looks at you and touches you like you are the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.
You can love every single thing he says and does.
But sweetheart, please do not let him be your happiness, because sometimes the person you love most in the world doesn’t stay, and I don’t want to see you crumble without him."
What I Will Tell My Daughter Should She Fall in Love with a Teenage Boy (via mutilatedmemories)

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Today’s mental health reminder: a relapse, a sudden series of attacks, a string of awful days, (or whatever your step back may be) does not decrease your value. Take your time, do some self care, reflect on the progress that you have made. You are strong; one step back is nothing when you look at the journey you have already made.

Needed to hear that

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