I promise this isn't a Bryson Tiller song.
Let me start off by thanking you. Thank you for your support, thank you for stopping by, thank you for your words of encouragement. However I'm most thankful for the simple fact that you are surviving; for making the decision every morning, afternoon, and night to live again.
As some of you may know- I'm mentally unstable. That's just my reality. 95% of the time I'm good like really good, but there that 5% of the time where I kinda just wanna die. I'm not the only like this. I'm not the only one with mental health issues, I'm not the only one who feels broken. And I'm not going to say that we're not broken.
My favorite person ever, Alex Elle, once said "When it comes to relationships, I truly believe that wholeness can come from brokenness. We can find love in the most strange places that we didn't expect." Now I know Alex Elle was speaking on love and relationships involving 2 (or more) people, but I feel the same rule applies to us. We can find wholeness, healing, and love within ourself. Going outside for love & acceptance can be hit or miss- but you will always have you.
When I started this whole journey of finally loving myself- it was hard. It's probably the hardest decision I've ever made. I started off easy, I thanked myself for making good decisions and didn't punish myself for making "bad" decisions. I wrote down what I liked about myself and chose three things that I wanted to work on about myself (accomplished 2 and I'm working really, really hard on the 3rd). I think the hardest part of loving me was realizing that I needed to let certain people go. But I'm telling you letting people go is so relieving- so necessary.
But back to the explaining part- why I created this space. Life is hard as shit. Living can be hard as shit. (Dying can also be hard as shit. Just saying) I've had a lot of people from my past tell me that I've "changed so much over the years", and I'm never really sure if that's a compliment or whatever, but I'm just gunna assume that I've become a more positive asshole over the years. So I decided other people should hear (read) about how I've survived past 16. And honestly writing has saved my life. We all have our niches believe it or not. We all have a space that is made just for us and if you ever need help, hit me up.
Here's to another babble by,
tangentwithtanner
kianamaiart
turnnoffyourmind
areudirty
andulkaphoto
origamiaround
2087
