If everyone around us did the step of choosing carefully whom they talked to before reaching out to that person, would our imposing the analytical function when listening to them be too disrespectful and lacking acknowledgement? Because, upon considering and choosing their confiding place, they come to us with trust and affections. Is there any greater gift we could get from a friend than that? And I want to believe, that anyone coming to other’s side with a story always mean and need to be felt first. Empathy. It’s the thing we should learn to offer to others first, before trying to give out any resolutions or disentanglement, which we assume to be beneficial to others.https://buiminhhuong97.wordpress.com/2017/02/08/i-choose-well-whom-i-talk-to-a-friend-said-to-me
I know what it feels like to feel alone. I know what it feels like to live in a new city without knowing a single soul. I know what it feels like to be the youngest in the team. I know what it feels like to experience imposter syndrome. I know what it feels to feel like a failure. I know because I’ve been there. You are not alone. You are not a failure. You are knowledgeable. You are smart. You will figure it out. You are made for something greater than you could have ever imagined. Patience is a virtue, but with hard work, anything is possible. As always, if you need to talk, feel free to reach out.https://mrsprofresh.com/changing-gears-a-journey-of-discovery
Look, I know you think the fact you feel upset or angry or anxious is important. That it matters. Hell, you probably think that because you feel like your face just got shat on makes you important. But it doesn’t. Feelings are just these… things that happen. The meaning we build around them–what we decide is important or unimportant–comes later.https://markmanson.net/fuck-your-feelings
Over the last few months I have learned quite a bit more about the people around me. I’ve always considered myself an empathetic person. And I’ve been pretty outspoken that I think empathy is something everyone should possess. The sad truth is, so many people do not have the ability to put themselves into someone else’s headspace.
This year I finally feel like I’m surrounded by the right people. And in every conversation I have, I try to take the inspiring and truthful tid bits and apply what might help parts of my life.
Something someone said that has stuck in my head is that we need to allow people to go through their own seasons. We can only control ourselves. We cannot control what other people think or do.
All we can do is what we think is right, and what we know feels right for ourselves. Now, the…
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I’ve thought a long time about what I am going to write, if I should even write, what is even the fucking point? But whatever. it’s kind of therapeutic for me, so here I am. Over a year ago was my last blog post. It was bitching about being fat. That was my main reason why I decided to write again. I was so angry, broken by my own body, or what my idea of what my body should look like. There was so much guilt and shame, but I can say with confidence that I am different from that woman. Not yet whole, but definitely healthier and more happy.
I have always been overweight. Well, since I can remember anyway. I have also hated my body just as long. No matter how active I was, my body refused to be anything but just overweight. Like most girls, I was…
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