Last year I shared with you that I had been going through a difficult time in my life dealing with my depression and trying to understand my purpose in life. To be honest, everyday is a struggle because I can be pessimistic and vague. I stay in relationships that hurt me, I keep people close to me who are selfish, and I am guilty of giving people more chances than they deserve.
I do it because I love hard and that’s okay but I’m forgetting to take care of myself.
Self-help books. Buy them, rent them, download them, don’t be ashamed to walk to that section of the library, they help if you trust them. They have made me realize that I am a very flawed and tainted individual but hey, aren’t we all? I am not ashamed of who I am and who I am becoming.
Self-help books have taught me about self-love. Reflecting on the good and the bad, the lessons and the blessings, the highs and the lows, and just accepting everything as they are. You can only control so much, so why not worry about what you have control over?
Self-love is the first step to happiness. It is in my opinion. Continue reading