Ive come to believe that women…and men, have been trapped in this wheel of shame and self-blame that no one likes to talk about.
There’s a weird phrase going around the internet at the moment – ‘main character energy’ – or something like that. When you look into it, it’s basically a bunch of girls framing their somewhat ordinary lives as an urban romance.
I guess I’m trying to figure out if I can’t hack being around teenagers anymore because I sincerely don’t like them, or I don’t like what they remind me of. It may a little bit of both.
I’m grateful that I’ve learnt what a healthy relationship is, through having one. Over three years together and I’m still happy that we met, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want some alone time.
Sometimes the human brain is a slightly unintelligent, highly sadomasochistic beast.
The writing is not spectacular. The pace is fast. Sometimes I want just a bit more detail than I’m gonna get. But man, what a fantastic world. What a fantastic reading experience.
Why is it that I thought that every aspect of my life needed to be so meaningful? So serious? So life-alteringly complex. Some moments are just moments. Just there to be lived in. Enjoyed. Made fun of.
I’ve spoken about therapy before here and hello – I’m about to again. I freaking LOVE what I got from therapy. All I needed was some reframing of my mindset and it felt like life wasn’t actually so bad. That I didn’t need to be weighed down by my past and my own doubts. Those are all feelings that I can control.