I’m sick of people discouraging me. Its amazes me how easily i’m affected by their words. One phrase can drag me down to the pit. It makes me sick. Then i realize, I’ve forgot those people who truly have been there for me. Speaking soft encouraging words, showing me glimmer of hope. People who believe in me and love me so dearly. Most tragically, I’ve forgotten to believe and love myself.
why is it so hard to love myself more?
When i ask, “do you think suck at this?” i’m not asking so that i would hear things like ‘No! you dont!’ When i ask, i am showing you my vulnerability. I’m exposing my true feelings, which i don’t usually don’t.
Sleeping everynight, with my baby leopard, a soft toy someone dear gave me.