Although I’ve been writing every day, updating the blog on a regular basis turned out to be less ideal. Told myself it’s okay to not write constantly.
Despite my brain working hard, and barely thinking straight, I’ve kept myself calm and collected.
Having such an anxious mind can be a challenge. People will look at you, and think you’re a mess for it. I’m personally tired of criticizing myself.
For a long time, I was treated horribly by many people. Telling people no made me feel guilt on the highest degree, taking the time to heal felt like too much to ask for.
Learning to accept yourself and embrace the person you are, that’s a long process in itself. In the end, you’ll be grateful for the tough journey.
In the last six months, I’ve discovered strength within, that I never knew I had.
Found out the real meaning behind life, what it means to be living.
I’m only now starting to experience life in all its glory. Better a late bloomer than none at all. Soon enough, I’ll become the version of me I was destined to be, all along.
No, it doesn’t make me any less or any more. If anything, what didn’t kill my hope, it only strengthens mine with time.
There are things I have yet to improve, and I’m fully aware as it is.
Being weak in the flesh is nothing new. We’re perfectly imperfect, and sometimes you just have to keep moving forward.
Hoping 2019 brings love, happiness and so much more, to each and every one of you.
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