Life As It Happens Slept. Got up. Cleaned house. Prayed a lot. Took Peach for…
#Loveyourself. Never be any different than who you are.
Always be true to yourself.
Stop putting on a mask for every place/person you go/meet.
You be you.
Let your yes be yes and your no be no.
It took me a long time to be okay with who I am…and to be honest, I still struggle. I have been told for SO long that no one will love me, no one will listen to me, no one will believe in me, no one will take me seriously, I’m too much, I’m too outspoken, I’m too loud, etc.
Now, bear in mind, it was NOT my family telling me this….these lies came from “friends” or people I thought I trusted. My family loves me and has done nothing but edify me and love me.
I am loud, outspoken, and I speak my mind. Quite often, I march to the beat of my own drum. I do not color inside the lines or conform. That is something I never will do. There were times when I tried to cover up those traits up. I tried to play the game. I tried to make friends and be “normal.”
Let me tell ya, it was exhausting and I broke. I mean, I did not just sort of chip a nail, I broke in half. Completely and utterly shattered. In a very dark place…I guess it was the year my granny went to see Jesus. That was the same year I lost 2 children due to the lies of a social worker (must be noted that we had STELLAR social workers after this loss…this particular gem of a human, did not need to be a worker)…I snapped. It was so bad, that when I called the nurse to tell her that I needed an appointment, the dr must have overheard us. He took over phone call because he thought I was suicidal.
I would NEVER do that to my family.
Once he realized that I had the support of my family, he prescribed me some antidepressants to help even me out and get my mind in a better place. The meds did just that. I was able to see a bit clearer and I realized what I was doing to myself.
I did a lot of self-reflection and I examined my friendships, my hobbies, my marriage, my walk with Christ, the foods I thought I liked, I mean every single detail. Sadly, there was a period of time that I did not leave my house. My life consisted of parenting, being a wife, and self-reflection. There was a time when I had to relearn who I am, what I stand for, what I like, what I don’t like, and what I would and would not accept.
Now, there are times I still revert back to that old mindset but then I quickly remember who I am and what I will allow and not allow. I have learned to stand up for myself and believe in myself.
Never forget who you are.
Never forget WHOSE you are.
You are a precious person in Jesus’ sight.
He loves you even when you do not love yourself.
Reevaluate your life.
Keep the good and eject the crap.
Believe in yourself.