From Where I Am Now to Where I'm Meant to Be

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Reminders for myself:

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I am allowed to occupy space. If someone has a problem with me merely existing, that is their problem not mine. That person is the one who needs to work out their emotions. I do not have to make myself small for the comfort of someone else.

I am allowed to recover. Anyone who tears me down for recovering is not someone I want around me. The people I want around me will celebrate my recovery with me.

I am allowed to be comfortable. I do not have to put someone else’s comfort before mine, especially when it comes to my health. I do not have to stay silent when someone makes me feel uncomfortable.

I am allowed to put myself first.

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just once i want someone to fight for me, to think “oh shit i could really lose her” but it seems like i’m always doing the fighting. i guess that’s my problem, people think i’m always gonna be there because when they leave i don’t shut the door on their way out. i feel myself being pushed to the point of just not giving a shit and that says a lot because even though i’m fucked up, my heart’s big

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I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters


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Before you get angry with her…

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Remember that first time you met and you saw her perfect smile.
Remember the first time you got the courage to kiss her
Remember what it feels like to hold her at night
Remember the way you grab her hand when things get stressful and she rubs your thumb with hers
Remember how she reminds you that everything will be okay when you get overwhelmed
Remember all those times you thought no one could help, but when she came along she did.
Remember those light nights you stayed up talking
Remember the things you laughed at for hours together
Remember the way her eyes shine when she talks about things she loves
Remember how her voice sounds when she wakes up

Remember all of these things before you let your anger win and you can’t take back what you said (mean them or not). Eventually “I’m sorry” loses meaning and she will say goodbye. So remember all of these things before its too late and she’s gone.

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It’s always too late.

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If you’ve had 4 glasses of wine and you keep checking your phone with that 1% of hope that he’s as drunk as you and he’s going to text you, you’re not over him.
If you find excuses to drive through his neighborhood, you’re not over him.
If he still crosses your mind every time you post a snapchat and you check to see if he watches it, you’re not over him.
When are you going to learn that telling yourself you don’t care won’t work?
Why is it so hard to accept the fact that something is over and grieve it then forget about it and move on?
What are you going to do when you get drunk and break down and tell him you miss him and he doesn’t respond?
You can pretend you’re over it as much as you want but you’re not actually over it until someone mentions his name and you can honestly say “wow I haven’t thought about him in a while, I wonder what he’s up to.” And until that point, it’s all acting. Just because you don’t talk to him anymore or you stopped throwing yourself at him, it doesn’t mean you don’t still want to. That’s the difference between pretending to be over him and actually being over him. You have to genuinely not want to care about this person anymore. And that’s the impossible part.
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