The funny thing about depression is that it doesn’t just pick a part of your life and shed light on its flaws. That’s what most people think depression is. If only it were that kind. But no, depression doesn’t make you feel depressed at all. It makes you feel nothing.
The one thing we all, women and men alike, need to remember is that people will only love you as much as you love yourself. That includes taking care of yourself physically, mentally, and emotionally. You can’t expect someone to respect your vessel if you abuse it, be that with drugs, alcohol, ...
When I say I love you, what I mean is, I can feel you feel you on the inside, pulsing through my blood not the idea of you, but you as you are
All you actually need to have to do that dreaded Thing is a few seconds of stubbornness, enough stubbornness to try, to make a little teeny tiny small and smelly promise to yourself that you will try, that you're open to it not working and looking stupid and feeling small.
And then, when I finish my lists and lists of tasks, I roll a big, fat doobie and smoke it by myself while I pretend to be the happiest person alive! Okay, I'm kidding, of course. I certainly don't do any of those things, but guess what? I'm still really happy. Go figure. I'm happily imperfect.
You would think that after successfully losing the equivalent of two full kegs of beer, and running like 'Forrest Gump' for the past year and a half, a lady might feel better about the possibility of new bathing suit choices, and earnestly hope to don something colorful, sporty, and ...
No one can convince me that a woman doesn’t become even more beautiful, talented, successful, strong, happy, fulfilled and centered the older she gets. People will try to tell you differently, but I strongly believe that statistics are only important if you’re interested in becoming one of them.