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Happy 3rd Wedding Anniversary. 🍷❤️Thank you ❤️
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I have never been so cautious enough in letting people walk through my pages as much as I do now. I rarely keep people anyway. But once I choose to keep you, that means the world to me. Trust me, I appreciate everyone in small, silly reasons, but there's only a few ones whom I want to keep closer. People tend to say I built tall fences, but I cannot exactly tell and I don't know who among them are willing to make it on the other side either. I'm a little more distant, I hide most times, I observe a lot not because I am withdrawn from anyone but because I appreciate silence and peace more. But if there are people who are able to get me out from the comfort I'm in effortlessly, that's a real deal to me—that's because I voluntarily take my feet out from the borders I set for myself.
I tell you now, I have only few favorite people, if you are one, I'm grateful to God for your existence. You add one more hue on this monochrome canvas. And I appreciate you, a lot.
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You don't know me
You Know the words that I write
And a soul that just bleeds
But you don't know me.
You think that I'm the one
Who'll turn blind eyes away
From the bullshit you're selling
To buy a new day
But you don't know me.
I see you, now, you know
In Technicolor bright
And karma has a way
Of bringing things to light
You think because I'm darkness
I'm the villain in the tale
What you fail to understand is
I'm the balance in the scale
So just Know now that I'm watching
And know now that I see
And Know you thought you did, but
You never did Know me.
Be soft enough
To bend in every storm
yes
i am not
tattoed on my soul
❤️
It's not simple to say
That most days I don't recognize me
That these shoes and this apron
That place and its patrons
Have taken more than I gave them
It's not easy to know
I'm not anything like I used be, although it's true
I was never attention's sweet center
I still remember that girl
She's imperfect, but she tries
She is good, but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won't ask for help
She is messy, but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine
It's not what I asked for
Sometimes life just slips in through a back door
And carves out a person and makes you believe it's all true
And now I've got you
And you're not what I asked for
If I'm honest, I know I would give it all back
For a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two
For the girl that I knew
Who'll be reckless, just enough
Who'll get hurt, but who learns how to toughen up
When she's bruised and gets used by a man who can't love
And then she'll get stuck
And be scared of the life that's inside her
Growing stronger each day 'til it finally reminds her
To fight just a little, to bring back the fire in her eyes
That's been gone, but used to be mine
Used to be mine
She is messy, but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine
https://herviewfromhome.com/motherhood-i-didnt-even-get-to-say-goodbye/
The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.
Leo Tolstoy
she was a jar with the lid screwed on too tight, and inside the jar were pickles, angry pickles, and they were fermenting, and about to explode.
i miss the waves thouching my skin
I cried last night as I asked my husband if he was tired of me. Because I’m tired of me some days. Pregnancy and birth are hard. Raising babies is hard. But I think the hardest is losing yourself. After each babe, postpartum has gotten worse.
I don’t know if it’s being in the trenches of raising a child, taking care of a home, working while trying to juggle all of these, or just the pressures of being a mom in todays world.
But some days you look around and it hits you that you have no clue who you are outside of those things. That life is flying by, and you feel lost in the middle of it. Some days you get a glimpse of your old carefree self. Other days you’re navigating the high emotions, the doubt, and the wondering when you will feel like yourself again.
Post partum depression is hard. Losing yourself and having to figure out the new you is hard. Every day I’m thankful for the Grace of God. Every day I’m thankful for the man standing beside me encouraging me to tread the water and slowly get back to myself. ❤️