life lessons

People come and go! believe me

Your journey is taking you in different directions.

Sometimes it simply means you're growing. 🌿

Trust that the right people will find their way into your life.

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Seeing people laugh and enjoy life reminds you of moments when things felt lighter!

Maybe it's a reminder that those moments can find us again.....Not because you miss the past, because you remember the feeling they gave you.

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I am deserving of all the good that life has to offer.

For decades, I didn’t believe it. I measured my worth by what I endured, by how much I gave, by how well I survived. I learned that goodness had to be earned through suffering. Pain became proof. I held it close, convinced that survival alone justified my place.

I remember mornings in the quiet house, tea gone cold, replaying every failure. I remember declining a dinner invitation because I hadn’t finished enough work that day, as though companionship had to be earned through productivity. My mind whispered that I was only entitled to struggle, that joy was reserved for those who hadn’t stumbled. For years, I listened.

But slowly, I began to notice moments that didn’t fit: a sunrise that caught me unaware, a friend’s laughter spilling across a room, a smile from someone who owed me nothing. These moments weren’t rewards. They were just good. They existed outside merit, beyond suffering.

I began to unlearn.

I noticed the ways I resisted joy, how I held back anticipating disappointment. I wasn’t practicing gratitude; I was preparing for debt, expecting any ease to be balanced with pain. But good things are not contingent, and joy does not require proof. Love is not a punishment waiting to be collected.

I do not need to prove myself to receive. I do not need to demonstrate resilience or perfection to earn a warm cup of coffee, a quiet afternoon, or a conversation that lingers into laughter. Being here, continuing, choosing to live with intention: this is enough.

There are still mornings when this belief feels fragile. I flinch at ease, waiting for loss to follow. But each time I linger in the warmth of kindness or the brilliance of a sunset, I practice receiving without guilt. I open my hands, not in expectation but in readiness, and I let life arrive as it will.

This is a quiet liberation: understanding that goodness is not a reward but part of the rhythm of living. It is as natural as breathing, as necessary as water, as rightful as the space I occupy. The world does not tally my struggles to calculate my share of happiness. Good things arrive, unbidden and unearned, when I allow them.

So I practice. I take joy in small things. I let moments linger. I smile at nothing. I answer kindness with acceptance rather than suspicion. I breathe in the world as it comes, understanding that life’s goodness is not conditional, and neither is my right to it.

This practice has become essential to my wellness. For years, I approached self-care as penance, something to fix what was broken rather than nurture what was whole. But recognizing that I deserve goodness shifts everything. When I begin my day affirming my worthiness, I stop treating rest as laziness and joy as indulgence. I allow myself nourishment without guilt, boundaries without apology, pleasure without justification.

It transforms how I move through the world, making space for what sustains me: the morning walk I take not to earn my breakfast but because my body deserves movement and light; the time I spend reading, creating, or simply sitting in stillness because my mind deserves peace; the relationships I cultivate because connection is a fundamental human need, not a reward for good behavior.

Wellness, I have learned, is not about perfection or punishment but about tending to myself with the same compassion I would offer a friend. It begins with this single, revolutionary belief: I am deserving of care, of kindness, of all the good that life has to offer.

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Wow. How life changes - day by day, hour by hour and almost minute by minute. On the up today, mostly as a result from #TheMighty - thank you! Know might not be sunshine and flowers all day - but the smallest respite is bliss. #grateful #Anxiety #Depression #LifeLessons #enjoythemoment

For most of my life I've never felt like I've mattered. I was so accustomed to hearing "I love you" then being abused in some way. Those words turned empty to me. They meant "I love you so long as I can get something from you." I never really had anyone respect and acknowledge my feelings or opinions on anything either. I grew up feeling very unheard. For instance when I told a trusted adult about the abuse I was experiencing she didn't do much to stop it. It was at that moment that I felt alone.

If I couldn't confide in a trusted adult then who could I confide in? Now I know that I've accomplished a lot since speaking up about the abuse but there are times when I beat myself up and get down on myself. I have very poor self esteem. Yet people think I'm special, like I actually matter. My fiancé has had me in tears more than once (happy tears I promise) by telling me how much he loves me, how much I matter to him, how much I have influenced his life for the better. How it's better because I'm in it.

Anyone that has attempted or been on the verge of suicide like myself knows how it feels to be scared and alone. Now I don't have to feel that way anymore because I do matter. I do serve a purpose. There are people that do love, support and believe me. Even if it was after the fact.

I am so grateful for those people. This just goes to show that you never know how much you matter to someone. So when you start beating yourself up, look around and see the positive impact your life has had on others. Honestly, I need him to talk to me like that every now and again because I forget. And that's okay. You matter to others. Your life matters. People love you and believe in you. Never forget that even in your darkest moments, if you just look for the light there is always something to be grateful for. Reach out for help if you must, you can't do everything alone. He taught me a valuable lesson tonight: You never know the impact your life has on others because you don't know what they've been through. You could be that shining light for them in the darkness or they could be that for you. I am so thankful for this lesson. And you should be thankful too. You matter. Don't give up. If you are in an abusive situation, are thinking about harming yourself or suicide please reach out immediately. Everyone deserves to be safe and loved. Thanks for reading and believing in me. I believe in all of you.

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