I want to give you the biggest, warmest hug in the world. Thank you for being so vulnerable. It’s terrifying speaking up and I am so proud of you for being so incredibly brave. Your writing makes the world a little better every day. Thank for sharing. And I feel so fortunate to have found you here on Substack.❤️
Thank you for baring your scars ♥️ thought I’d add just a few things that I still hold on too today: the smell of freshly cut grass, silk pillow covers, The Killers, sea breeze and sea water, a setting horizon
I can relate to this, you’ve written this so beautifully. You’ve managed to capture the feelings I’ve felt for a long time - I’m glad you’re able to write this ❤️
I felt this, Hannah. It's something that seems to be always just lurking on the corner. So glad you're holding on to everything you can hold on to. I believe there's so much of it out there and here. :)
I can empathize with your feelings. Those small things that keep us here are almost like signs we desperately seek for some reason to keep going on. I am glad you were able to find them and keep going until now.
tears swiftly met my cheeks when i read the bit about staying for your little sister so she wouldn’t have to live without a big sister. that’s what kept me alive too.
i also deeply resonated with all the shame there is to muddle through—sometime i feel like i need to wear emotional waders to get me through all the muck.
thank you for sharing, it’s less lonely when we witness each other❤️🔥
So glad that you are still here, Hannah, and so glad that I get to read your writing ❤️🩹
Thank you for sharing. I am glad you are here.
I want to give you the biggest, warmest hug in the world. Thank you for being so vulnerable. It’s terrifying speaking up and I am so proud of you for being so incredibly brave. Your writing makes the world a little better every day. Thank for sharing. And I feel so fortunate to have found you here on Substack.❤️
Thank you for baring your scars ♥️ thought I’d add just a few things that I still hold on too today: the smell of freshly cut grass, silk pillow covers, The Killers, sea breeze and sea water, a setting horizon
This is a phenomenal piece! I’m so fascinated by this idea of being tethered. Mostly because I’ve tried to write about it so much.
I felt very seen by a lot of what you wrote. Thank you for sharing it <3
you never miss. beautiful ❤️ so happy you are here and sharing your talents
this is so beautiful, thank you for sharing <3
I can relate to this. <3
beautifully written hannah thank you for sharing <3 so glad you’re here with us
This made me cry because I relate to it so much. I love the way you write.
I can relate to this, you’ve written this so beautifully. You’ve managed to capture the feelings I’ve felt for a long time - I’m glad you’re able to write this ❤️
I felt this, Hannah. It's something that seems to be always just lurking on the corner. So glad you're holding on to everything you can hold on to. I believe there's so much of it out there and here. :)
I can empathize with your feelings. Those small things that keep us here are almost like signs we desperately seek for some reason to keep going on. I am glad you were able to find them and keep going until now.
A well-written and thoughtful post.
Thank you for sharing, Hannah. So glad you are here 🤎
deep gratitude for this, hannah🌿
tears swiftly met my cheeks when i read the bit about staying for your little sister so she wouldn’t have to live without a big sister. that’s what kept me alive too.
i also deeply resonated with all the shame there is to muddle through—sometime i feel like i need to wear emotional waders to get me through all the muck.
thank you for sharing, it’s less lonely when we witness each other❤️🔥
this one means a lot. thank you for writing ❤️ sending love always