It’s 7* here and MSN weather says it feels like -3* even UberEats isn’t delivering.
I read a post from Alex Tubio on Instagram, and it really made me think about my own life, my own journey and my own need for self reflection. It’s no secret that I’m unhappy here, but there’s really nothing I can do at the moment. Not with Covid, not with what the “new normal” is becoming.
And I’m partly mad at myself for waiting. For not going where my soul tells me I need to go, and now, I feel like I can’t. That the places that make my soul sing and play are so much farther, so much more out of reach. And often wake up feeling so trapped and hopeless and alone.
However I also know that I can make this less depressing than it has to be; shifting your perspective can change a lot, I should know, I’ve had to do it once or twice to save my own sanity. Is it easy? FUCK. HELL. NO. Is it worth it? HELL YES. Especially when you’re out of idea’s.
What most people don’t know though is that your environment plays a HUGE part of your well being and mental health. I’ve been around people so toxic before that I was constantly physically sick. And the moment I got away, I never got sick. It was the weirdest shit I ever had to learn first hand. And ironically it’s the toxic ones who won’t believe that’s true, or who will tell me I’m “wrong” for keeping my circle small and close. Or that I don’t invite who THEY want into MY energy.
Sorry, but my energy is mine, and I will never let someone ever make me feel bad for kicking someone out of my space that I find toxic. And esp since I have a small child to take care of?
We want to raise our children in a childhood they don’t have to recover from.April Athena
My trauma is mine; it’s something I have to work through. It’s things I can’t blame my mom for anymore, she raised me the best way she thought she could, but she had her own struggles that she kept from us. Things she had to fight alone and I now know what that feels like. I think of that every time I feel myself slip into my mom and get so angry I want to blame Tums. But it’s not her fault. And I need to remember the things my mom endured and sacrificed in order to give me and Tums the life she’s giving us.
So this week I’m going to dive back into Linkin Park, Eminem, the things that made my soul feel heard. I’m going to bug the ever living hell out of my brother Sean because his energy for some reason feels like I’m hitting refresh on my own, and I will forever love him for that. I’m going to make active plans to be healthier, to be better, to be kinder to myself, and work on shifting my perspective.
Ya’ll my head is hurting just thinking of it, cause at least for me, it gets really heavy and hard. I’m so fuckin stubborn and no one knows just HOW MUCH I am except me and my mom. And my dad when he was here. But I want 2021 to be different. I want to be in a different space a year from now.