The company we worked at had a toxic team culture. When I left, I didn’t tell them where I was going. I didn’t want all these negative and toxic people to know about my new chapter. I did meet some lovely people at this company and I keep in touch with them to this day. The toxic ones I want to remove from my life. When I blocked this person and the rest of the toxic team members from all of my social channels, I felt a huge burden lifted. I periodically clean out my friends/contact list to this day. If you’re too good to like a picture of my kids than we really aren’t friends.https://therealishma.wordpress.com/2020/07/07/social-stalking
When you stressed and got problems. The homies say we’ll figure it out, the friends and acquaintances say you’ll figure it out. You don’t need to be close to be a homie. You don’t need to talk everyday to be a homie, you just need to be a home a person can find and seek comfort/support in when they need it. Support doesn’t mean giving money or anything monetary it means being with them so they know they won’t be suffering and crying alone in their mess. It means showing them they aren’t fighting for themselves, by themselves.
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When you have a fear to lose people, they will walk out from you trying to control that situation and trying to keep them. You slowly learn after each relationship and friendship, people leave and it will hurt. And each time, I get a little less cold. Still angry, but slowly keeping myself open to everything.https://livinginjeneral.wordpress.com/2019/12/11/connections-after-disconnection
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Now I’m dedicating time to becoming the person I want to be. The person who is utterly unaffected by jealousy or envy, the type of person who says “I’ve had enough and I’m out, I deserve way better.” Hopefully, a wholesome and equal love will enter my life, if I do what’s right for me.https://faithsthinkingdiary.wordpress.com/2020/05/13/%e2%9c%a7-entry-46-thats-enough-%e2%9c%a7
So, no Amish Friendship Bread for me. I do, however, accept donuts, cinnamon rolls, chocolate chip cookies, brownies, cake, ice cream sandwiches, sea salt caramels, and of course, Dark Chocolate Milanos.https://wrso713.com/2020/05/03/dont-gimme-no-sourdough-starter
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Starting again is a difficult time of your life. It’s hard to break out of cycles that you’ve always known. It’s hard to break habits of a lifetime and it’s hard to loose people you’ve believed would be in your life forever but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. Sometimes starting again, on your own or with someone new can be the most refreshing and exciting times. Learning the little things that matter to someone and even new things that you didn’t think you knew about yourself can be wonderful.https://hashtag-mumlife.com/2020/03/16/dont-fuck-with-feelings
I’ve never been one for hugely inflammatory or click-baity titles. I generally opt for Simpsons references and alliteration to attract readers, as it makes me feel smart and important. I can appreciate how the title “Nobody actually fucking cares” would seem to break this trend, as it alludes to Dan having regressed to the emotional state equivalent of putting Sum 41 lyrics in his MSN status; let me assure you though, this is an uplifting piece.
Of course people care. They care about their jobs; they care about their families; they apparently care about their eyebrows a lot these days for some reason. There are plenty of things in life worth caring about, and far be it from me to judge what those things may be for any given person.
What they probably do not care about, is you.
Oh sure, your Mum cares about you. Your siblings probably do…
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