My life was crazy. I went through hell and back. I was in a never-ending battle with myself, the people I loved the most, and life in general. And I made it.
I came out of this and it made me a better person.
I love the person it made me.
I finally made peace with myself. I'm comfortable in my own skin.
I love the person I've become.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Is it all blue skies?
What's behind the smoke and glass?
Painted faces everyone wears a mask...
..Are you selling them your soul?
Some people are just luckier than others. Some people seem to have the ability to effortlessly obtain the things I wish I could have the most. I'd like to take a moment to point out the injustice of it all, but would also like to mention that the grass isn't always greener on the other side. No one has a perfect life, no matter what it looks like from the outside. It's all a matter of give and take. I realize this now, and am more grateful for the things I have. The good is currently balancing out the bad.
The truth is, I can't really trust the people I thought I could. It's very unsettling. I'm very hurt, I feel extremely betrayed, and I can't even fathom what this particular person would have to gain by going behind my back and saying the things they did. I don't even know what else to say about that. It's sad, it really is.
I've come to realize recently what a survivor I really am-and how many people may never realize the full extent of it. I took a moment to give myself a well deserved pat on the back. In the last decade, I've overcome a mental illness, transformed my body and became a healthier person, went from almost flunking out of high school to attending a good college, moved out of my parent's house, left my comfort zone, and dove in headfirst. And I made it. Sometimes, I barely got by, but I made it. Just when I thought I would never get back up, I would. Looking back at what I've been through and embracing the person I've become, despite the odds that I had stacked against me, I now believe in everyday miracles.
Sometimes, it takes a piece of your history, and essentially a piece of who you are, to make you realize just how lucky you really are.
Painted faces everyone wears a mask...
..Are you selling them your soul?
Some people are just luckier than others. Some people seem to have the ability to effortlessly obtain the things I wish I could have the most. I'd like to take a moment to point out the injustice of it all, but would also like to mention that the grass isn't always greener on the other side. No one has a perfect life, no matter what it looks like from the outside. It's all a matter of give and take. I realize this now, and am more grateful for the things I have. The good is currently balancing out the bad.
The truth is, I can't really trust the people I thought I could. It's very unsettling. I'm very hurt, I feel extremely betrayed, and I can't even fathom what this particular person would have to gain by going behind my back and saying the things they did. I don't even know what else to say about that. It's sad, it really is.
I've come to realize recently what a survivor I really am-and how many people may never realize the full extent of it. I took a moment to give myself a well deserved pat on the back. In the last decade, I've overcome a mental illness, transformed my body and became a healthier person, went from almost flunking out of high school to attending a good college, moved out of my parent's house, left my comfort zone, and dove in headfirst. And I made it. Sometimes, I barely got by, but I made it. Just when I thought I would never get back up, I would. Looking back at what I've been through and embracing the person I've become, despite the odds that I had stacked against me, I now believe in everyday miracles.
Sometimes, it takes a piece of your history, and essentially a piece of who you are, to make you realize just how lucky you really are.
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