in case no one’s told you yet, you feel exhausted and hungover and sometimes even sick after panic attacks/meltdowns/flashbacks/dissociative episodes/etc. because of very real chemical processes that are involved in your nervous system activation and de-activation during those times. it’s chemical dump effects, and no, you SHOULDN’T be able to just brush it off and feel and act normal. you’ve got a bunch of physical things that got activated and that all has to wind down. It’s not in your head, it’s very physical, and you need to work WITH your body during the after-periods instead of trying to curb stomp it. be gentle to yourself, okay?
reach out! Try! try! try again! love. share your life with others. adopt love as a state of being- that requires no reciprocation . make mistakes, be embarrassed, burn bridges! but also create. create relationships. express your love to people. create happiness. love others. experience love. it’s okay to love I would say. It’s also our choice !
so, i just turned a year older. and i still have a LOT to work on.
Don’t believe everything the internet tells you should have accomplished at your age. Remember that everyone has different timelines, resources, and privileges.
Your friends don’t secretly hate you.
It’s okay to miss out on things. Your FOMO is not helping you.
You are such a hard-headed person, which may hurt other people. It’s okay to cave.
Words cut deep. It’s important to voice out your emotions, but keep in mind how it would feel from the receiving end.
You will never be great at everything. Just focus to master one and everything else can run in the background.
It’s great that you’re independent, but it doesn’t hurt to let some people in, too. Just choose who to trust.
Being productive doesn’t always benefit you. Learn when to take a rest.
It’s okay to lose touch with people. The older you get, the less friends you’ll have and sometimes it doesn’t mean anything. You all are just busy with your own things.
You don’t always need to finish everything you’ve started. If it doesn’t spark joy anymore, it’s best to quit. (I’m talking about projects here, okay?)
Your superiors don’t think you are stupid. You have great ideas, voice them out.
For the love of all things that is holy, stop procrastinating!
On that note, stop being distant on the people who matter. You need to invest time and effort to maintain the connection.
You are not running out of time. Chill out.
Don’t bite more than you can chew. It’s okay to ask for help. Most of the time, people will even be more than happy to help.
It’s okay to not forgive people. If they did you wrong, they did you wrong. What’s important is that you get to let go of the rage.
Don’t dwell on the little things. Learn to let them go.
Sadness is a comforting feeling, but don’t get too comfortable dancing with the blues.
You don’t need to compare yourself with anyone else. You are you, and they are them. No one is better.
Spending several hours on social media won’t do you any good. The less time you spend on it, the better.
People don’t always have bad intentions with you.
You are not an inconvenience to anyone else. Take up space.
Allowing someone else to love and take care for you doesn’t take away your being strong, independent woman.
You won’t always end up with the plans and goals you had in college. And that’s okay! You can set new goals.
Not one relationship flows perfectly. It takes hard work to nurture one.
do you ever sabotage your own free time? like wtf is that about? i want to play this game or read or do something specific but instead i will just stare out the window or scroll mindlessly???
don’t take yourself too seriously. if you’re playing solitaire, a game against yourself, there’s no harm in making it easier for yourself.
i got my hearing aides today, and it astounds me what people don’t talk about. they talk about the sound of the rain, or a creaky door, but not the sound of pouring milk in a glass, or the sound of a hedgehog eating, or the sound of carbonation.
genuinely just. make up your own explanation for the universe. i make up gods on the daily to explain the little things, and when im hurt or need help, i toss a prayer out into the universe. they’re not real, i know that, but they’re a good scapegoat for my problems.
it doesn’t have to be chuck e cheese, just somewhere that brought you joy as a kid. somewhere you felt unbridled joy. someplace childhood felt potent, where you let yourself be a kid.
sometimes you just gotta let yourself go braindead. staring at a wall helps.
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