Hi everyone and welcome back to my blog.
It’s been a whole 2 months since my last monthly journal and it’s because I felt I was such an odd place.
From the timespan of late May to the end of June. I’ve learned a lot and most of which were about life.
Now I have a tendency to sometimes restrict myself to ever be completely happy because Ive always had a fear that if I’m ever too happy then something bad has to happen. And that’s a constant thought in my brain.
It’s wasn’t until early June, when I lost something that meant so much to me. Something that helped me through so much for the past 3 years.
Without it felt I like I was missing a part of me that I could never get back. I felt like my life was meant for only bad things to happen to me.
But that’s not true and no one should think that.
A few days later, I woke up at around 6 am ( because I couldn’t sleep) and I sat in bed just thinking about how annoying it gets to feel so broken everyday.
How annoying it feels that I can’t move on from something that was gonna end sooner or later because like most things in life everything comes to an end.
So instead of spending that day feeling hurt, I spent that day learning the healing process.
Now healing isn’t easy and it isn’t an overnight process either.
I had to tell myself that all good things must come to an end. I had to teach myself to appreciate all the happy moments and all the good times. But, at the same time I had to tell myself that’s it’s okay to miss it sometimes.
I had to teach myself to prepare for the new and exciting moments that are still to come in the future. And how not to keep losing myself in process.
But losing the important thing to me, wasn’t the only things I needed to work on.
I still have to find it in my heart to start letting more people in.
It’s human nature to feel as if we aren’t loved at times. I think that’s what cause people to hate each other so much because we’re supposedly living in a world where love conquers all but, does it really if we don’t really love all.
I think the solutions to this problem is the fact that when it comes to love everyone is a hypocrite. We cry so much about not being loved, it makes us forget to love ourselves.
I believe self belief and love are the best things for the body.
Even if you do love yourself, you shouldn’t still hate people for not loving you because they’re probably trying their best to love themselves too.
Now to end the day off with a question…
What does it mean to be brave?
if you read this whole thing through completely, I thank you because it was quite the ramble.
Even though this was posted in the morning, I wrote this really late ou night where my mind seems to just wanna let everything out.
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Anyways I hope you have an amazing day or night wherever you are. And if no one’s told you today you’re beautiful and so strong.
“The greater your storm, the brighter your rainbow…”