After 12 years of living on the Internet, I decided to come out of hiding. I want to share my mental health story so that others can feel inspired to do the same. Only then, can we live in a world that’s more kind, compassionate and caring.
Founder of art and culture blog My Modern Met: “I’m done hiding”
believing they were true, but they never were. Why, is it so much easier to believe one bad thing, instead of 500 good things? I hope that's not just me...but why do we do that to ourselves and our self esteem? Confidence? Has it just become a habit to do so? Why are we scared to believe we are "good"?( lol, not meaning behavior , because I really would be in trouble bahahahaaaa..) If I keep on, people will start calling this a novel, lol. I just really wanted to reach out to you, to make sure you know you are not alone. Please don't be so hard on yourself. Not judging you...I struggle with that, too...and I have control " issues", hahahaha...( I hear some of you thinking " nah...never would have guessed that one, hahaha) Someday, you want to change the world -but you are already doing that; by posting this video-it's the little things. You don't know who all this video is going to reach. God, and the universe work in amazing ways. Have a wonderful day, and thanks ; )
My dear, dear friend looked at me, almost with a look of shock, pinch of anger, and a little disappointment, and said,....." ( My name here, in caps)! "Are you seriously, going to let ONE person, just ONE person, and his ONE opinionated statement, invalidate all the THOUSANDS and THOUSANDS of wonderful things that anyone has ever said to you over your entire lifetime?! "" Because that's what you will be doing. All the opinions of a thousand people, vs one idiot and his opinion, and your going to believe him?!" Think about that for a minute. At that moment I realized how stupid I was. She agreed with me. And it dawned on me, that I, was the only person who could give what he said to me, any power over me. And he knew that, and at the time, I didn't. And he knew that, too....it made me think of the times when someone has said something mean and hurtful to me( my momma was not always kind to me, either.), and how I carried those "words" around with me for years, .....
believing they were true, but they never were. Why, is it so much easier to believe one bad thing, instead of 500 good things? I hope that's not just me...but why do we do that to ourselves and our self esteem? Confidence? Has it just become a habit to do so? Why are we scared to believe we are "good"?( lol, not meaning behavior , because I really would be in trouble bahahahaaaa..) If I keep on, people will start calling this a novel, lol. I just really wanted to reach out to you, to make sure you know you are not alone. Please don't be so hard on yourself. Not judging you...I struggle with that, too...and I have control " issues", hahahaha...( I hear some of you thinking " nah...never would have guessed that one, hahaha) Someday, you want to change the world -but you are already doing that; by posting this video-it's the little things. You don't know who all this video is going to reach. God, and the universe work in amazing ways. Have a wonderful day, and thanks ; )
My dear, dear friend looked at me, almost with a look of shock, pinch of anger, and a little disappointment, and said,....." ( My name here, in caps)! "Are you seriously, going to let ONE person, just ONE person, and his ONE opinionated statement, invalidate all the THOUSANDS and THOUSANDS of wonderful things that anyone has ever said to you over your entire lifetime?! "" Because that's what you will be doing. All the opinions of a thousand people, vs one idiot and his opinion, and your going to believe him?!" Think about that for a minute. At that moment I realized how stupid I was. She agreed with me. And it dawned on me, that I, was the only person who could give what he said to me, any power over me. And he knew that, and at the time, I didn't. And he knew that, too....it made me think of the times when someone has said something mean and hurtful to me( my momma was not always kind to me, either.), and how I carried those "words" around with me for years, .....
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