For as long as I could remember, I have been a healer. The one everyone comes to when they need help, guidance or just someone to listen until they feel better. I try my hardest to be there, primarily knowing how grateful I would feel for someone to be there for me in my time of need and it makes me feel amazing. However, lately, understandably being the empath that I am, I have found that this task has brought on a lot more stress and anxiety than it has comfort from the ones I care about and knowing that they are okay.
Before we begin, and you read this post through and through, I would really appreciate you checking out Part 1 here: PSA: There are people out here that you don’t have to beg to love you – Part 1 I promise it’s a great read.
It’s here! 2018, live and in full effect. Since my short “hiatus”, I have been able to do some serious introspection.
🎶I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need…🎶
Ever have those days where things are happy and joyous? Your with your family, friends, significant other or even with yourself and holiday pictures are going up, shopping is being done and a merry good time is being had by all? And then your phone buzzes…
It seems everyone these days is trying to find the right people to surround themselves with or at our age, that one person to spend the rest of their lives with. Yet, all that I see are people following others around and trying to master their emotions, when truthfully, we have not taken enough time to master ourselves.
I woke up this morning not feeling well. Mostly because of a sinus infection and my rapidly growing stomach, but partially because I have been feeling a little stagnant lately and fighting through negative self talk has been mentally draining. (Yes, this is one of those post). I am generally a really positive person but I cannot help but to feel that the closer I get to realizing my dreams, the more difficult things get.