… is pretty freaking incredible. After all I’ve been through, and the heartbreak that left so many scars, I still think life is pretty rad. Don’t get stuck on someone else’s bullshit and miss it. More importantly, don’t get stuck on your own. Get up and watch the sunrise, eat ice cream for breakfast, kiss in the rain, remove shitty people from your headspace, and love extra hard on the ones who aren’t. So many people are walking through this life like they get more than one. Until next time, -A Ps.. If you’re struggling with life right now and can’t find your way out, please hang on. Tomorrow will…

Before you write this post off as a religious rant, please hear me out… It’s not. It’s not my intention to change anyone’s mind. Honestly, I’m not interested, nor equipped for that kind of debate. This is my story. This is how I’ve survived. Take it or leave it. I’ve never NOT had Jesus in my heart. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a believer. For most of my life, I was just piggybacking on the faith that my mom so consistently mirrored for me. I had no idea the impact that her relentless love for Jesus would have on my future self. At the time, I…