#LearningToLoveAgain

[coachkeen1]

How do emotionally strong people deal with breakups/divorce?

Hey there, I understand that going through a breakup or a divorce can be incredibly tough, and I'm here to offer some guidance on how emotionally strong people deal with such challenging situations. Speaking from my own experiences, I remember a time when I went through a heart-wrenching breakup that left me feeling shattered and lost. But over time, I discovered a few key strategies that helped me navigate the emotional rollercoaster and emerge stronger than ever.

First and foremost, it's essential to acknowledge your emotions and allow yourself to grieve. Breakups and divorces are often accompanied by a flood of emotions, ranging from sadness and anger to confusion and loneliness. Emotionally strong individuals give themselves permission to feel these emotions without judgment. It's okay to cry, to scream, and to let it all out. In fact, embracing these emotions can be cathartic and ultimately aid in the healing process.

Secondly, building a support network is crucial. Surround yourself with people who genuinely care about you and your well-being. Whether it's close friends, family members, or even a therapist, having a support system can provide a safe space to share your feelings and receive much-needed comfort and guidance. Don't hesitate to lean on them during this challenging time.

Lastly, focus on self-care and personal growth. Engaging in activities that bring you joy and fulfillment can help in the healing process. Invest time in hobbies, exercise regularly, nourish your body with healthy food, and practice self-compassion. Emotional strength stems from taking care of yourself and learning from the experience. Remember, this is a transformative phase that can lead to newfound resilience and self-discovery.

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In summary, emotionally strong individuals tackle breakups and divorces by allowing themselves to feel their emotions, seeking support from loved ones, and prioritizing self-care. While the healing process may take time, it's important to remember that you have the strength within you to navigate through this challenging period. Stay strong, be kind to yourself, and embrace the journey of growth and healing. You're not alone in this, and brighter days are ahead!

[cosmiccowboystuddies]

hey guys

hey guys (my sum total of like 7 followers), sorry for the long, unexpected absence, but I’m back. I was dealing with long-term health issues that made it hard to do pretty much anything. At the risk of getting way too personal, I have recently had some thoughts that I’d like to get off my chest, and I hope that maybe someday someone will read this and feel even the slightest bit validated. I don’t really know where to start, so I’m just going to start with a needlessly long ramble about things that much smarter people have already explained in much better detail.

For a while, I’ve been struggling with long-term iron-deficiency anemia and the unknown side effects I've had for years now. I had the worst birthday of my life ( one day I will tell that story) and one of the most revealing semesters of school ever. Long story short, being severely anemic meaning you have little to no energy at all, and spent most of the semester underneath a pile of pillows. I didn’t have the energy to do much. I was too tired to read the way I used to, to create the way I used t or be crafty, or even to cook. I lived solely on frozen dinners and Rice-A-Roni, which definitely wasn’t helping how horrible I felt. i would spend hours scrolling on Pinterest, planning planning increasingly complex projects (my account was recently permanently suspended for no reason) and its absence has also been a reason for my feelings.

Long story short, being anemic gives you literally no energy. After class every day, I would take a nap because I was so fatigued. Since I was napping for 4–5 hours a day, I started having a hard time falling asleep at night, even though I was exhausted, I had such severe insomnia that I would stay up all night. (Insomnia is actually a symptom of severe anemia.) I’d lie awake, too tired to do anything except mindlessly scroll on my phone or watch my ceiling fan spin in circles until morning. Then the whole cycle would repeat over and over again, day after day the same thing.

Long story short I got an iron infusion because I downright refused to get a blood transfusion, and things began to shift into a devastating clarity. Before my infusion things were shockingly blurry. I lost the energy to do anything that wasn't sleep or school or staring at the ceiling, I shirked all my other wants and needs and responsibilities because I felt so utterly incapable of anything besides the bare minimum of my existence, and I felt awful. Somehow, getting healthy made me feel mentally worse. At the risk of sounding too existential, I've been thinking about things that I feel like I didn't have the mental capacity to so before. As I tried to get back into my usual activities, I struggled to do so, mostly because of something I have been struggling with for a bit, I just chose to never think about it . I could finally place words on my feelings and emotions, and to summarize, all my crafts and hobbies, and things I did were not because I wanted to do them. I made and did things not out of enjoyment but to say that I did them to appear 'cool', as childish as that sounds. I learned to draw so people could tell me that my artwork was cool, therefore making me cool. I rode horses, so people could say, 'Wow, you are so good at riding horses'. I made clothes so people would look at what I made and be amazed by what I could create, because of this I gave myself impossible deadlines, and I used to meet these deadlines. In high school I met these deadlines, reading 4 books a week or making 6 very poor quality, practically unwearable clothes in the search of praise for how good or cool I was, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I was tired of being that way. I learned to do press-on nails because I thought of all the things people would say if I showed everyone my supercool nails. i learned guitar so people would think I was cool when I played a song, not because I wanted to learn how to play music. I watched YouTubers like Bernedette Banner and found myself jealous of her, how she took joy in the little tiny things, the act of handsewing and taking her time to make the prettiest and complex garments brought her joy, the act of creating something, and I wanted to do that. i wanted to be happy with creating things like I used to. For some reason, for a while I couldn't. For this reason, I found myself in the constant 'I'll do it tomorrow' spiral, I would sew tomorrow, draw tomorrow, paint my nails tomorrow, and this made me upset. I thought about all the things I could do to get other people to react, so I tried to do more, I crocheted more, made things I didn't want to or need to, because I thought it would be cool, but I was still tired and took some time to slow down.

I forced myself to not do things unless I wanted to or needed to, until I remembered the reason why I wanted to do them in the first place. i started pressing greatness for myself and remembering my dreams. i treated writing like I job because I want it to be, I stopped feeling horribly sorry for myself because I thought I could never write full-time, or never make this cool dress, or do this cosplay because I wasn't very good. For some reason, I thought people were born great, I didn't think great writers, or artists, or designers, or singers because they were born that way, not because they spent years to organically learn how to do thing,s but that they were born doing this. I saw someone draw something almost perfectly, and I noticed how it took me only 15 minutes what would have taken me 3 hours for something even less great than what they created, but they told me that it didn't take them 15 minutes, it took them 35 years, and that stuck with me. I never gave myself the chance to learn, I never let myself be bad at things, and by doing this, I struggled to do things I thought I would enjoy. At the same time, I packed up my college dorm and came home. it is no secret that me and my mom don't get along, away at school was fun, and returning home to my childhood bedroom was soul crushing as it is every year, for somereason I though this year would be different but I was starkly reminded when my first day home was met with nothing but meanness and rudeness. I was stupid for expecting anything different. At college, I was used to a certain amount of autonomy that I simply do not have at home, and as my mother constantly reminds me, I do almost everything incorrectly. At school, I could do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted to and didn't have to explain, At home, I am reminded how horribly wrong I am at everything, and reminded constantly. I do not wash clothes correctly, feed the dog correctly, dress correctly, or wash dishes correctly. I am to do what she wants and when because...

Because of this my life was thrown wildly out of routine, my mom was angry with me and I forgot the feeling, because of this lack of routine I felt wildly out of control, I would stay up until odd hours at night, well until the next morning, sleep in until noon and by the time I woke up I would feel like my whole day was gone and I would not do anything because it would feel pointless. I stopped doing my skincare and didn't even see the point in changing out of my pajamas, but I am tired of feeling bad for myself, so in an effort to get back into the swing of things, I am starting up this blog again, something I enjoyed for the fun of it. insert long-winded quote about being an artist requires creativity, and being an artisan requires perfectionism, or something like that

That was a long-winded and poorly explained way of saying that I'm back, and starting new projects, taking the time to allow myself to be bad and taking joy and pride in making things as perfect as possible..

[morereigntoo]

Happy Birthday Ann Pirvu! #AnnPirvu #LearningtoLoveAgain #KjartanHewitt #WorkinMoms #AroundRobinMovie #TorranceCoombs #ClementineNicholson #Reign #CraigParker #SpencerMacPherson #NickSlater #ReignNicole #BeingShortFilm #SecondSightShortFilm #UnderstandingtheMindoftheModernFemaleShortFilm https://www.instagram.com/p/CPT4YjQAuJN/?utm_medium=tumblr

[mholquinn]

Credit to from @badassbroad (@get_regrann) - Emotional abuse is a slow death. I’ve often said that relationship was where my dreams and former self went to die. Narcissists know exactly what they are doing, make no mistake. - It takes strength and courage to leave. But, more than anything it breaks you down to the point where you decide this is not where I will spend my dying days. - Leaving is the rebirth. In time, the healing allows you to see that you are worth living for. Never again the same, you’re transformed and playing dead is not an option. You find your voice and it’s loud and clear. Unwavering. - I used to be afraid, until I built a fortress using my voice. I’m alive and I will not be silenced. 🖤🦋 - #narcissistabuserecoverycoach #narcfreelife #narcissisticabusesurvivor #narcissistfree #narcissisticabuse #domesticabusesurvivor #psychopathfree #mentalhealth #selfcare #healing #selflove #empath #codependency #healingafterabuse #loveafterabuse #learningtoloveagain #consciouslove #consciousrelationships #badass #badassery #badassbroad @badassbroad - #regrann https://www.instagram.com/p/B513f2IAexA/?igshid=1xtzlp7j3ky4n

[a-wild-sea-of-worship]

[nimeaarianastudios]

The beauty of being you, is that there are and will always be infinite cycles for you to start all over again. #chooseyou ✍🏻 #writeyourownstory . . #whatdoyouwant #lettinggo #lettingin #learningtoloveagain #beyou #defytheodds #growthmindset #leadership #femaleempowerment #businessdevelopment #personaldevelopment #creativeprocess #artist #designer #writer #healer #lover #nimeaariana #keepgoing #quoteoftheday #wegotthis 🍃#starsinthesky (at 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMNXWZIAZlq/?igshid=g3npv04j9wcp

[fatmalovestodraw]

#wip #drawing learning to survive without a tissue box #learningtoloveagain #blue

[angeliqueshow]

Reposted from @badassbroad Healing is a process. There’s no one way to moving forward and it’s a personal journey. - Some days you can feel on top of the world and others will knock you on your ass. It’s okay. - You’re not weak. This healing work isn’t for the meek. - Stay Badass, Loves. You’re slaying. 🖤🤘🏻🦋 - #narcissistabuserecoverycoach #narcfreelife #narcissisticabusesurvivor #narcissistfree #narcissisticabuse #domesticabusesurvivor #psychopathfree #mentalhealth #selfcare #healing #selflove #empath #codependency #healingafterabuse #loveafterabuse #learningtoloveagain #consciouslove #consciousrelationships #badass #badassery #badassbroad @badassbroad - #regrann https://www.instagram.com/p/B7guKZTh9T3/?igshid=4rl8ad5bh0ad

[divinelydivorced]

Goodbye, Grandma

My grandma passed away yesterday morning. Even though we knew it was coming, it is still hard.  Tuesday around 3:50 am, I awoke suddenly and couldn’t quite get back to sleep until 4:30. Come to find out, the end started around four and she was gone around 4:20.  It’s amazing how souls are so connected that we can feel the loss happening at the exact moment it occurs.  The older I get, I am made more aware of how similar my grandma and I are.  I’m proud to have inherited so many of her quirky traits and have come to embrace them.  In fact, I see them as a tribute to the impact she had on my life.  So, in honor of the life my grandma lived, here are the 25 things she has taught me:

1.     Bladder problems ARE a joking matter.  My grandma was a hot mess, God love her. Whether it was peeing her pants in an elevator in front of a bunch of strangers or never leaving a restaurant without a huge stain on her top, she always managed to leave a trail.  Most people would cry or die of embarrassment, but she’d just hee-haw, laughing so hard she’d likely pee again.  She passed on her small bladder and the ability to find humor in the embarrassment to me, which has provided my friends with endless counts of entertaining stories. College friends still text from time to time, “Remember when Adam Harris finally asked you to hang out and you had to say no because you’d just peed on your long sweater and had to shower and change?”  Yes, yes, I remember.  

2.     If you want it, get it.  She always knew what she wanted and wasted no time in purchasing it.  I remember, around age ten, her saying how much she wanted a bird feeder.  I went home and made one out of an old milk carton.  When I showed up to proudly give it to her, only two days later, there in her front yard was a brand new gorgeous wooden one.    

3.     Eat it and get it over with.  My grandma was notorious for eating an entire watermelon in the course of an afternoon.  This also contributed to her bladder problems.  Once, my sister went to take a nap at her house.  While drifting in and out, she caught a whiff of the sweet smell of a butter braid (a very large pastry you’d take to a party).  When she awoke excited for dessert, she went out to discover my grandma had de-thawed it, cooked it, and ate 99% of it in the course of two hours.  To this day, whenever I make any dessert-I eat 99% of it while it’s still hot.  We all know what’s going to happen so just get it over with already.

4.     If it annoys you, get rid of it-no matter its practicality. My grandma loved buying things almost as much as she loved getting rid of those same things three months later.  One time she showed up at mom’s house with a car full of lamps.  She decided she hated lamps and wanted them all gone.  My mom, always the practical one, kept them so when my grandma realized later they were necessary, she wouldn’t have to buy more.  Any of my friends know I’m the same.  I served wine in a juice glass the other day.  My friend asked, “Don’t you have wine glasses?” “I did,” I said, “but just got rid of them.”  “Why? You didn’t use them?” he asked.  “No, I used them all the time.  I just got tired of looking at them.”

5.     Never stop moving.  My grandma moved all the time.  She’d often announce it at the latest holiday dinner.  She would wake up, be suddenly sick of her place, and a month later would be somewhere new.  She once left a home, only to return to it a few years later.  A constant mover myself, I was looking forward to staying in my current place for more than a year (a new record) until I recently found out I had to vacate in 30 days due to construction.  Although annoying and inconvenient, I was not surprised when I found myself thinking the other day, “Actually-I’m kind of over this place, so that worked out.”

6.     Crazy is charming.  My grandma was nuts, as am I.  Yet we embrace the crazy and combine it with big hearts.  That’s why people keep coming back.  A little crazy never hurt anyone…and we are a lot of fun on road trips.

7.     The flu is for sissies.  We’d often stay at her house when we had the flu. Grandma gave us whatever we wanted, which included the time my brother insisted he wanted to eat a bunch of tacos.  You can imagine my mother’s frustration when she arrived to pick him up and found him vomiting ground beef and shredded cheese everywhere.

8.     Pools and convertibles aren’t luxuries, they’re necessities.  Life’s too short.  GET THEM BOTH.

9.     Dogs are our children.  She had an antique cradle for her dog to sleep in and was the first to introduce me to a dog stroller.  I get it and think it makes absolute sense.

10.  You don’t need a man.  Most of my life she’s been single.  Men have chased after her and she’ll let them buy her lunch or keep her company, yet it goes no further.  Because at the end of the day, she’s her own woman and has no need for a full-time man dragging her down.  This is a lesson I’m still learning.

11.  Soap operas are good television.  She lived near the high school, so at lunchtime, my girlfriends and I would take our lunches to eat at her place and watch Days of Our Lives.  Those were some of my favorite memories.  If the show got really intense and it was time for us to go, she’d try convincing us to drive her car back, at age 14, so she didn’t have to leave.  She even took me and my aunt to a Days of Our Lives festival one summer.  When it came to idolizing celebrities, her and I saw eye to eye.

12.  Dairy Queen can be dinner.  When she helped move me to Michigan, we spent a week eating Dairy Queen snicker blizzards for every meal.  She was doing Weight Watchers at the time and, although two of these, met her quota for the day-she was willing to make the sacrifice.  I remember thinking how brilliant this was.  When we got tired of Dairy Queen (rare), we’d hit up the Chinese Buffet.  No excuses and no shame-it’s how we rolled.

13.  Why choose when you can have both.  My grandma loved driving with the windows down.  She also would sweat profusely.  Once, we got in the car on a blazing summer day and I asked if we should turn on the AC or roll down the windows.  Her answer?  Both. We cranked the radio up, let the wind tousle our hair as the cold AC blasted our faces.

14.  Underwear is optional.  In fact, it’s often preferred you go without.

15.  Sing loud and proud.  My grandma had one of those loud operatic voices which she’d use to pelt Amazing Grace in church.  We grandkids would chuckle, but in reality, I always loved how she simply didn’t care. She was singing for Jesus.

16.  Spend your time how you want.  There were years where she’d choose hours of Farmville over leaving the house.  I’ve been known to spend an entire 48 hour weekend playing Sims-taking breaks only to run to the bathroom and grab a snack.  It’s our time-we will do what we want with it, and if that means interacting with computerized lives over human ones, so be it.

17.  There’s always something burning in the oven.  Every holiday she left something in the oven.  EVERY. HOLIDAY.  How no one caught on, I don’t know.  How I managed to inherit this trait, despite being annoyed by it, beats me. It seems the rolls always take the biggest hit…who needs carbs anyway-more DQ.

18.  There’s no time for sentimentality.  At a family event, she once walked out with crates of old photographs-including her wedding photos-and announced to the family she was throwing them away the next morning, so, “grab what you want.”  Everyone started arguing with her and refusing to take anything.  Meanwhile I did a clean sweep, loading boxes into my car.  Later, everyone was grateful because she kept to her word and burned everything I didn’t get my hands on.  Years later, I marched out to the living room with a box full of the photos I’d taken and said to my mom, “I’m throwing all of these away tomorrow, so take what you want.”  You better believe she took them-lesson learned.

19.  Sausage gravy is love.  As long as I knew her, she had a part-time job of sitting with an elderly person, a job I’ve now inherited.  As soon as I could work, she started taking me along and then giving me some of her shifts.  She taught me how to make sausage gravy-the first meal I ever learned to cook.  “Old people love sausage gravy,” she told me. She was right.

20.  Rules are meant to be broken.  My grandma didn’t give a f***.  In fact, she invented the phrase.  Sometimes she’d do stuff simply to get a reaction out of you.  There was no rhyme or reason-she went with her urge. I remember walking through the shoe store with my mom a couple years ago and asking my mom, “Do you ever get a strong desire to just start knocking things over?”  

21.  If it can go in a blender, it should.  Grandma introduced me to smoothies and I’ve never looked back.  “Everything can go in a blender!” she once enthusiastically told me as she threw in leftovers along with fruit and hit “blend.”  Now I buy pineapple in bulk and enough produce to feed a small village for a month.

22.  New fads are meant to be tried.  My grandma purchased every diet pill and vitamin that existed, as well as any exercise devise.  She had one of those machines that shook you, vibrating a strap around your bottom and promising to eliminate cellulite by simply standing there.  She had the utmost confidence they would work.  Each time she’d pull the latest tool or pill out of the box, I’d watch in awe as she demonstrated its powers, believing she’d discovered the secret to staying fit and healthy.  She instilled this hope in me.  I carried a crystal around for weeks once after reading it’d get my period to finally to start.  I paid an obscene amount of money for Cindy Crawford’s miracle elixir, returning it 30 days later, and then surprising myself by purchasing it a second time years later during a 5 am workout binge when the infomercial reappeared.  My recent purchase was a $100 fascia blaster which I use with fervor, while watching Friends episodes, and later have to justify when explaining the bruises on my legs to friends with a, “Yeah, it hurts but I can feel it working!”

23.  Walk everywhere.  It’s great exercise, sure.  But, more importantly, it gives you a chance to catch up on the town gossip.

24.  Careful-you can give a man your yeast infection.  This statement alone is self-explanatory.  Yet my grandma felt the need to retell an in-depth twenty-minute story of how her and my grandpa discovered this to be factual, leaving me scarred for life.

25.  When life pushes back, you push harder.  The beginning of my grandma’s life was not easy.  In fact, as I understand it, it was quite hard. My grandpa rescued her and she fell madly in love.  When he died so young, it would have been easy to give up.  But she didn’t.  She found job after job, she gave of herself whenever she could, and always left people laughing.  She was resilient.  She didn’t take the easy way out and, in fact, often took the road less traveled. She made no apologies and left some scars.  Although I will miss her greatly, I am grateful she’s in heaven, reunited with my grandpa-right where she’s always wanted to be.  

So, sing loud, grandma.  Eat your fill of watermelons and leave your underwear here on earth.  I won’t say rest in peace because that never was your style and, besides, I can hear the hee-hawing from heaven already.  In the end, she had it right.  We don’t need all this stuff we carry around because it’s only temporary. All that matters is how you make people feel, the laughter over tears, and never giving up.  And, of course, always knowing where the nearest restroom is.

[spoiledadventurer-blog]

Where Feet May Fail.

            The other day I sat in an empty room, a room that held some beautiful memories. A room that held love, sweet silky words and a security blanket. In that room, I felt the loneliness crawl up my back and shift it’s heavy weight onto my shoulder evolving into anxiety. I experienced all things wonderful in this room yet one tainted memory can ruin all sweet memories and make them bitter. I sat in this silence reflecting on what I once held tightly too and how it did not matter how tightly I grasped because it still escaped. The great escape. I tried to forget, I tried to erase. The only thing that kept me going at this time, was the story of Peter and Jesus. Jesus was standing on the waters and he had asked Peter to trust him and step out of the boat. He must keep his eyes in contact with Jesus’. Peter stepped out of the boat but his trust wavered and he looked down. He then started to fall into the water but sturdy hands held onto Peter and pulled him back into the boat. I try to envision that moment when he started to drown, the panic and struggle. The relief as he gasped air and was held onto tightly. I feel as if Jesus called me out onto the ocean. I am struggling to believe that this is possible for me as I desperately look into Jesus’ eyes. I try to think how Peter felt and what courage it took to even take that first step. That trust for the unknown possibilities and outcomes, the ultimate love and belief. As I type this out my head swirls with questions but one keeps reappearing...

My feet may fail but even then, will hands grasp mine and pull me up? 

[mholquinn]

Reposted from @badassbroad (@get_regrann) - This can been a tough one to navigate in the healing process because in the moment of that “gut feeling”, we’re unable to discern whether it’s a trauma triggered c-ptsd symptom of anxiety and hyper vigilance, or if it’s our intuition speaking. - Learning to trust ourselves and others can be an overhaul of time, therapy, awareness, setting boundaries, and more misjudged decisions. Allow yourself the grace to explore this at your own rate and speed. - Little steps at a time. When you feel tired, rest. When you’re hungry, eat. Maybe you want to go out with friends but you have a panic attack just thinking about it, stop, breathe and come up with an exit strategy. After you have a plan in place it may be easier to judge if it’s your intuition or anxiety. - It sounds so simplistic because it has to be. You’re recovering from trauma that is very personal to you. There is no one size fits all to healing. - We learn to trust ourselves one whisper at a time. 🖤🦋 - #narcissistabuserecoverycoach #narcfreelife #narcissisticabusesurvivor #narcissistfree #narcissisticabuse #domesticabusesurvivor #psychopathfree #mentalhealth #selfcare #healing #selflove #empath #codependency #healingafterabuse #loveafterabuse #learningtoloveagain #consciouslove #consciousrelationships #badass #badassery #badassbroad @badassbroad - #regrann https://www.instagram.com/p/B6KsGMug42n/?igshid=4hxgf36ui0pn

[beautywithinkey]

I A M B E A U T I F U L 💜✨ learning to love again.... learning to love myself again

[amourkae]

[imaginarydwarfqueen-blog]

Relization

The other day I realized something, I was listening to My Chemical Romance, thinking about a guy who was unknowingly killing me. I realized that if I continue to allow myself to be heartbroken over a boy who kept pushing me away and not wanting to be with me, then it would kill me. So I have come to the realization that while I am not much, just some dorky girl that wears to much black loves more music than most people has her fair share of scars smokes like a chimney and wants to many tattoos and perciengs, I can have better and fall in love with a boy or girl who loves me back. Or maybe not cause I don't love myself enough to deserve to have someone else love me... but I will not try let myself be heartbroken by him anymore... I refuse.

[valerieullmerromanceauthor]

The Barkeep and the Bookseller (Campo Royale #3) by V.L. Locey

The Barkeep and the Bookseller (Campo Royale #3) by V.L. Locey

ALL BUY LINKS   Cover Design: Meredith Russell Length: 53,000 word approx. Campo Royale Series Book #1 – The Viking and the Drag Queen – All Buy Links Book #2 – The Bachelor and the Cherry – All Buy Links Blurb Can two men move past their shattered dreams and create a new future together? Corduroy Lopez is a hard-working man. He has to be. There really is no alternative. He’s a single father…

[galaxyholly]

A little about me.

Just in case anyone was wondering. I’m a bisexual (probably just a lesbian), poor, parentless, college nerd. I go to college for Physics and Mathematics (dual degree), and I coach a local competitive rock climbing team. 

I’m a sensitive person and am healing from a lot of heartbreak throughout my life that I recently started addressing.

It’s my life’s mission to be a role model for those around me, and honestly, I think I do a wonderful job. I’ve decided to be better than the place I was brought up, and I both strive and succeed every day to be a healthy, loving person to those around me.

Still, lately its been a little hard to be kind. This pandemic has come about at the worst time in my life, dealing with so much heartbreak, isolation, and change. It’s made me quite angry too, as per my last post.

In my journey of healing, I’m trying to reach out to people who make me uncomfortable, because I’ve been building and rebuilding my life with the same kinds of toxic people. I need a reminder that there are some good people out there. People I can love, who will love me too, in the healthy way that I need and deserve.

I think if you agree with the things I say here, you’re probably one of those people. You might be if you disagree too, I dunno. Let’s chat anyway. Or yell. I need some of that.

Love, Holly

-xoxo