Now that I have this second chance at life….
Why do we have to feel so alone? Why is it so difficult to reach out for help? Why are we so afraid to cry and feel and let others know we are struggling?
Why has my life seemed to be constant struggle after struggle? Why is it that I keep breaking piece by piece, little by little?
The feeling that sucks the life out of you.
You can't let peoples careless words have any effect on your happiness and the choices you chose to make.
I'm sick of losing people who were supposed to stay.
So this year, it has been time to re-evaluate. It has been time to think about where my priorities are, where they are going and what is the most important to maintain my emotional wellbeing while also continuing to strive to be the very best version of myself.
But it's not always that they don't care. Maybe they have been busy. Maybe deep down they too are fighting off demons and struggles that we don't know about. Maybe in the same way that we are wishing they would be around more for us, they too are thinking and wishing the same.
In so many ways letting go of these people is freeing. It is liberating. It allows us to cut out the negativity and bad vibes they brought to our lives. Although we may miss them at times, in the long run we are much better without them.
The outlet that without a doubt, saved my life.
When tragedy hits a person is left with a couple choices. They can let this event define them, break them down and leave them struggling for the rest of their life OR they can take it and run with it, they can take it and make them grow, they can take this pain and tragedy to help them be better and be the absolute best version of themselves physically possible.
How much can I handle and still keep it together?
Birthdays have always been tough for me. Let me back track, birthdays have been tough for me since November 4, 2012.
and life starts to get a whole lot harder..
It's okay to not be okay.
If I can help one person feel less alone, I have done my job.
They say time heals all.. I’m still trying to figure out what exactly that means. Does that mean as time goes on we actually move on and get better? Or does it mean that as time goes on we begin to replace the memories with new memories and place a Band-Aid over the pain that we’ve been through?
The healing process isn’t a simple one. It doesn’t happen all at once. It doesn’t happen one morning. It doesn’t happen like we expect it to. Instead, it happens in small bits, gradually over time, leaving some days, still, a struggle.