Stress is something that is very dangerous, yet we all have it. It is something ingrained so deeply into our humanity that it is part of our very being.

I’ve been feeling immense stress lately, and considering that I have a lot of medical issues, that’s not good.

I try to reduce the stress, but only make it greater. Perhaps stress is one of those things that you need to somewhat ignore in order for it to get better. Not ignore or deny it’s existence, but to ignore the worries that come with it, calming you down and helping you realize that everything your stress is telling you is just not real. Not only is not real, but it oftentimes doesn’t even exist. I find this to be the case many times in my life.

Someone I love, greatly expect, and admire told me something today: there is no such thing as running out of miracles.

I’ve seen that miracles come in abundance, regardless of how many we have had in the past. This is definitely something to keep in mind…

…especially when it feels like the whole world is against us.

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Love

If you ask just about anyone what they believe about love, they would probably tell you that there’s nothing better than being loved.

I disagree.

I believe there is nothing better than being the one showering another person with the love I have for them. Perhaps it’s just an individual thing, but I have never felt more joy than when I’m going out of my way to be there for someone, to show them with actions that I love them beyond anything in the world.

Because actions, to me, speak a million times louder than any words ever could. And the love I enjoy giving? Nothing elaborate. Telling that person that I love them, catching them slightly off-guard with a list of things about them that I couldn’t live without, doing small things little getting them things when they can’t do it themselves, be it handing them a water bottle when they are sick or paying for their favorite food when they are well.

Love is not a complicated thing to me. I suppose it is for a lot of people, but if I’m brutally honest? It’s only complicated when we are trying to fit our own desires into a relationship alongside the things we will or even won’t do for that other person. Because in my experience, love is always about sacrificing for that other person; never is it about receiving what we ourselves want.

Someone I deeply respect and admire told me a number of years ago that in order to be ready to commit to the person you love in marriage or another form of permanency, you have to be selfless to put them before yourself. My interpretation of this is to mean that when we put someone before ourselves, they will do the same for us, and thus begins the bond of real and true trust.

When I’m with the person I love the most (haven’t found him yet!), I want to make sure that I instill a sense of trust in our bond, and within him. I want to instill the knowledge and relief that he can rely on me for anything, no matter whether he seriously messed up and doesn’t want to hurt me, or if he needs to talk about something sacred to him that he’s never told anyone. I will never laugh at him. Name calling is not something I know how to do, and quite frankly, I’d rather spend ten years kissing and loving him than the same amount of energy holding a grudge for ten minutes.

Because love is not blind. Love is not self-serving. Love is the way you discover someone, another human being on an intimate level. And in addition to discovering them, love is about discovering yourself, because you will never truly know who you are or what you have in you until you hand over everything to that other person.

That is the essence of life. And that is the definition of love.

Comfortable In Your Own Skin

I’ve often wondered if there are kind men left in the world, or if they’ve died out. The men I’ve met in my life and been around have always been cruel, abusive, tried humiliating me, and some were people I avoided like the plague.

With the wave of feminism that we are seeing here in the US, it has been made acceptable for women to express being upset or disappointed. But of course, with every good thing comes along people who will abuse that thing. I once watched a video over ten minutes long of a woman screaming into the camera about how much she hated that children’s toys for girls were mostly pink. Well, I don’t know about other girls, but I was obsessed with pink as a kid. (Also, I continued watching the video because it was entertaining).

But I’ve noticed that as we have this wave of feminism, nothing is changing for men. In my perspective, that is entirely unfair to men as a whole. Allow me to explain.

Men are not allowed to cry, or they’ll be made fun of by society. Men aren’t allowed to claim they’ve been abused in any way because they must remain ‘strong’. Men are portrayed as animals in all forms of media when in fact, they are human. They have feelings, insecurities, and they care about those around them.

As a woman, I can tell you something from a woman’s perspective. The thing that I find the most appealing in a man is his ability to allow himself to be sensitive. His generous side. They way he will teach his little sister to ride a bike instead of partying with friends.

These are the kind of men I would consider spending my entire life with, never the societal portrayal of men. And the portrayal of men in the media does them as much a disservice as photoshopped fashion magazines do to women. Men shouldn’t have to cater to the expectations of the media around them. I would love to have a long, honest talk with a guy to see how he thinks, what fascinates him, what he loves and what he just can’t stand.

So, to all the men out there: be yourself. Just as we tell women to be comfortable in their own skin, somebody should allow you to do the same. Don’t shy away from being yourself, because a man who is himself is more fascinating, sexy, and attractive to me than any other man in the world.

Lifeline

Sometimes you need a lifeline, and too many of us can’t find one. In our darkest hours and deepest sorrow and despair, we need a life jacket. We need something that will help us stay afloat in the turbulent waters.

If I had not found my lifeline when I did, I would not be alive today. Those who have survived attempts are the strongest people I know. And with that, I’d like to think I’m strong, too.

I hope that I can thank him extensively in person soon. And I know I will.

This is more of a serious post, but I find that writing while in raw emotion is the best way to create breathtaking beauty.

Don’t give up. Find a lifeline. It’s worth it. You will thank yourself later.

Things That Make Me Smile

Things that make me smile during an awful day:

Apple cinnamon scented candles. Chocolate putting. Peach herbal tea (with lots of sugar!). Music video games. Thinking of a good future. Showing love to someone else. Reminding myself that I’m a good person. Mini things. Books. Writing. Daydreaming. Listening to my kitten purring. Flipping through magazines. Michael Jackson music. Pretty colors. Doing my makeup. Looking on online independent shops (not big retailers like Amazon or Walmart). Cooking. Baking. The scent of autumn. Thinking of holding a newborn baby. A baby’s giggle. Chocolates just for me. Singing my favorite songs loud and proud, terribly out of key.

What are some things that make you feel better on a bad day?

Simply Human

I was born with a chronic illness, meaning that I was born sick and that I’m going to have that sickness until I die. There is no cure. But beyond that and because of that, people have treated me differently my whole life.

For as long as I can remember, my self-esteem has been down in the dumps, and I only learned yesterday why this has been the case.

I love to look up quotes, and so I looked up ‘gentleman quotes’ or something like that because I like to see the men out there who still have chivalry and respect. But I came across one quote in particular that nearly brought me to tears. I didn’t see it as a list of things a gentleman should do, but rather a small list of what we should do for each other to treat everyone as a human being. And I realized something.

I have never been treated as a human being.

I have been bullied all my life by teachers, students, friends, therapists, etc. who should have known better. I have always wondered to myself why people don’t treat me as a person, but rather a fragile object that no one wants to go around.

But I realized yesterday and today that I don’t deserve that. I deserve to be treated like the human being that I am. And that is empowering.

So, this was less of a topic and more of a stream of consciousness. Also, a very candid self-reflection. I’ve been doing that a lot lately; reflecting on myself and my life.

Don’t ever let anyone in your life treat you less than the living, breathing human that you are. Because you deserve so much more.

Write On

I’m in love with writing, but sometimes I don’t know what to say. Before I make a post on here, I always say to myself, write your truth. This holds so much meaning to me because, growing up Mute, I never really told the truth. I pretended everything was fine when it wasn’t, and I swore I would never state my feelings. Though that’s a story for another day.

I’m in love with writing, and even though I don’t know what to write, I will write on.

That’s all we can do, isn’t it?

Control

Why do we dominate and allow ourselves to be dominated? By the media, by magazines, by social media? They all tell us how we should look, how we should act, what we should eat, and even what we should weigh. This type of mind control through social settings is toxic.

However, a world without social media would be just as toxic. We humans will always find a way to hurt and control one another, though cruelty is something I will never understand.

In the midst of our busy world, ask yourself: am I in control, or am I in the control of something else.

The answer just might change your life forever.

Imperfect

It doesn’t matter how imperfect you are, or how imperfect you may feel, you are perfect to me.

There are things in this world that are unacceptable, and to hurt someone because they don’t live up to your definition of ‘perfect’ is one of them.

Fly little bird. Take your flight, because the ways everyone treat you are not right. Please remember that I will always be there, smiling from the ground, urging you to soar into the heavens.

You cry because you are not the perfect you are expected to be; I cry because I cannot bear to see the sadness behind your eyes, or bear to understand the reason why. You are so wonderful, so beautiful, a masterpiece of your own design. How is it that you don’t love your own smile when it shines brighter than mine?

Your eyes have the depth of a soul who has seen the true darkness of the world, and yet your actions reflect the innocence you keep within your heart.

Please try not to cry my darling, and look up to the sky. Sure, rain may be falling, but do you see the glisten on those droplets of water? The sweet scent of wet earth and the feeling of a fresh start? That is what you are. You may not see it, but you are my fresh start.

I have searched all my life for someone to understand me, and yet you seem to know me for the eternity we must have spent together that neither of us remember. I have glimpses of you clothed in brilliant white, sitting on the grass in the light.

So allow me to lay this here: you will forever be my dear.

I Am Not Perfect

I am not perfect. None of us are, and yet we pretend to be perfect. On our Tinder profiles, our Facebooks and Instagrams. The highlight reels of others’ lives have haunted me for years.

When I was a child, I swore I would never tell the truth of how I felt. I swore to myself that I would tell no one of how fat my thighs felt and how miserable I felt and how I used to scream in my head for help from the darkness of my sorrow for some mind-reading stranger to hear and come help. But I broke that oath with myself, and let me tell you: it’s the best thing I’ve ever done.

Now I can be me. I’m still learning, still smoothing rough edges. But I am still me. The me that stands in front of a Michael Jackson music video, sobbing because I miss him. The me that is in love with kittens, can’t understand cruelty, and doesn’t know how to change a tire (or drive).

This is who I am, whether I want to be or not.

I used to hide who I was, who I am. But now I don’t. I have recently realized that the greatest disservice I can do myself is to pretend to be someone else.

The same goes for all of us. Why do we pretend to be perfect when perfection itself is ugly, and flaws – a tooth gap, a nasally voice, or any other perceived flaws – are what is truly beautiful.

Be beautiful. Be you.