Two sachets of coffee. In one go. Bloaty stomach is the way to go. Feeling depressed without actually being depressed and feeling repressed of tiredness, if it made any sense at all.
I sat through a conversation with a friend today just revisiting what divorce was. Although my separation span was quite fast before we remarried as compared to others, the hurt feels the same. Some endure the taboo beatings, emotional bullying and blackmail. I am lucky that I did not go through physical abuse. Though, I do know a few friends who have been or still are in that type of relationship. That disappointment for them is even more to endure. So let us just pray that God keeps all women safe from harm.
The failing relationship factor is a process for you to learn. Do bear with me. It is the downfall that is meant for you to go through to be a better and more resilient person, all that requires self-assessment and learning. To identify the cycle and break the cycle.
You see, our lives are constant to copy of what we see, what was familiar to us when growing up and yes, partially 'genetically incline' feeling to leading the lives of our own. Some learn fast, and some, like me, just need time to realize it, identify it and change it.
You see, our lives are constant to copy of what we see, what was familiar to us when growing up and yes, partially 'genetically incline' feeling to leading the lives of our own. Some learn fast, and some, like me, just need time to realize it, identify it and change it.
Just sit back and realize the relationship pattern for your parents, immediate family and find your similarity. Then realize what it is that is similar in your life. Look at the good pattern and the bad pattern. Identify and let it seep through your skin and bones and be ready for the ride as it will be both scary, painful and invigorating at the same time. This would be when your self-worth process will take place. Also, this is the time that you will find out who is your friend for life. Identify that one support buddy (be it a person, support group, personal journal, own no self identification blog to just let it out to the world [like you just don't care] etc) and work along it.
No pressure here when you get to it. No time limit. No waste of time.
You will find yourself remembering how you LOVED (past-tense) shoes, or the colour purple, or that you love pink petunia... Or how far you wanted to travel.
And I need to revisit mine. I am hashtagging self as #selfopressed for no apparent reason.
#safetyforwomeninrelationship
#feelingbloaty
#breakthecycle
#onestepatatime
#timetoloveyourself
Hashtagging is being able to identify what you want to identify. Identify you.
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