On this day 3 years ago ~ a Facebook post that's still relevant today.
'Cause you can really never have "too much" inspiration!
I write and talk about the stuff nobody else has the guts to. You'll always be afraid of others disapproval, when ya don't approve of yourself. That's just fucking sad.
I didn't grow up being popular. I had only a few friends in high school. I didn't dress like my peers, and even half the faculty thought I was a teacher, like a lot of the students did.
I marched to my own drum. I wasn't happy back then, but I survived. Somewhere along the way, I figured out I could only count on Me. I never married, because I didn't see the need for it, having decided very young, I didn't want any children. I have no regrets about either choice.
Here's the deal: If you can't figure out how to be your best friend instead of your worst enemy, your life will mostly be miserable, regardless of how beautiful or successful you are. It won't matter how much money you make, because you lack self-acceptance and a high regard for who you are.
I've always said, you can hate me or love me. Neither defines who I am to ME. I'm bold and brazen. I state things most people only dare to think, but then shame themselves for. What a terrible way to live.
As an adolescent, I had to surrender my emerging sense of self to the will of two people who thought they knew how to parent a child. They failed miserably at that. I'm not saying it was all bad, but at the end of 6.5 years living with em, I wanted to kill myself.
It's easy killing half-a-self. That's all I had left after living under their fierce control, and wanting to be The Perfect Daughter to please them and have them love me. What a fucked-up deal THAT was!
My life's work has involved healing the souls of people who grew up with this type of parenting. I only had to endure it for half a decade, and wanted to commit suicide~ so you can imagine what damage is done to a child who's had no other frame of reference. Ever.
My own pain was hard to surmount. By the grace of God, I landed in the home office of a marvelous psychiatrist, who knew how to medicate me and ask the right questions. I finally emerged from that black hole I was in for just under a year, and was released from his care.
From there, the REAL work began. I knew I had to keep healing and growing, or I might end up back in that darkness again one day. I was determined to deter that from ever happening.
So, I was diligent in my pursuit of wholeness and wellness. I invented 'power tools' for myself to help me grow stronger, more self-accepting and happier. Not everything I tried worked well, but I kept using the stuff that did. The journey was long, but fruitful.
You don't know what Up is, until you've been as far Down as you can go. I was there for awhile, but with tenacity and the courage to forge ahead, I emerged victorious.
Truth be told, there's nobody I admire and respect as much as I do myself. I've earned this, and I'm proud. If you're thinking you can't change Your life dramatically if you're willing to put in the time and effort, you're wrong.
Just remember, tiny, incremental changes for the better, are cumulative. If you interrupt a reflex that doesn't serve you and do it often enough, a new habit is formed. Try to talk to and treat yourself as you would a close and good friend.
Get rid of the negative mental tape that wants to run 24/7 and has you shaming and guilting yourself. No good comes of this. I'm living, breathing proof of it.