The emotional rollercoaster never lets anyone rest, it seems.
I’m going to spare details and just get right to the chase: Life is interesting, life is strange, life is frustrating. 8/10 you don’t get what you want, and on the odd chance that you do, you better be really careful for what you wish for.
However, the other 1/10 times, life works out. And more often than not, this clarity comes over time. They say that hindsight is 20/20 and I am really seeing now that this is true. It sucks, but it is. If I had known that all of this were to happen and that I would eventually feel the way I do right now, then I would have stopped myself ages ago.
But then again, would I really have listened?
Recently my anxiety hit a peak and I found myself feeling extremely stressed, overwhelmed, and depressed. It disturbed me because I got this tattoo that was supposed to be my symbol of strength. That was literally a week ago, and in a week, things have changed so much. Life was not going my way, and in fact it has probably the furthest from what I had ever wanted for myself.
The other night I had a much needed heart to heart with one of my closest and respected friends who is like an older sister to me. We talked for so long about what I was going through and how I was getting frustrated with myself. I was frustrated that time after time, I was finding myself in situations that were reruns of previous ones, particularly that of relationships with guys.
While we had our conversation I was reminded of something that I was told once when I was going through other hard times. God puts these situations in our lives not to make us miserable, but because He wants us to learn something, see from a new perspective, or gain strength from it. When it comes to learning something, most of the time situations can lead to instances of deja vu if we haven’t learned from it. With that, my friend latched on to that and asked me what I thought God was trying to tell me.
I thought about this so, so hard, and I didn’t get it. I reflected in a whirlwind all of the relationships that I had been, romantic or otherwise, where I had gotten hurt. And I didn’t get it. Yes, some things were my fault and my own undoing, but other times, I was the one that got caught in the fire. So what was this lesson that He wanted me to so desperately learn?
She then asked me this: Did I love myself? Could I honestly say that I loved all of myself? The answer was a solid and resounding no.
All my life I had gone saying the opposite: that I loved every flaw and part of my personality. I got knocked down so many times but continually told myself that I was okay and that I was doing just fine.
But over time, though I was saying all these positive things about myself to the rest of the world, I really wasn’t believing it in myself. With every failed relationship, it was more reinforcement to me that I was incapable of love and that I didn’t deserve to be loved.
Getting over people, whether it be a friend that you just don’t talk to anymore or a guy that you liked for a really long time, is hard. Getting over missed opportunities or life’s detours like not getting the job you wanted is hard. Any kind of loss is hard, but if you’ve done your due diligence, you worked hard and did everything out of love, then what more can you ask for?
This has been one of my biggest character flaws growing up, and recently it has been more rampid than ever. Admittedly I over think things a lot, I tend to go to the absolute negative and blame myself for everything that had happened. Bad things happened to bad people, I would tell myself. And over and over again I would show myself that I was a bad person. I know now that I shouldn’t be doing that, and neither should anyone. We need to engage in positive self-talk, not so that we can one day worship ourselves and think of ourselves as better than others, but to remind ourselves that we are here, and that we are trying. And if we are trying our best, then that’s all that we – and the world – can really ask for.
I recognize that this is not going to be an overnight change, and that I can’t expect myself to automatically begin loving myself once I hit publish on this piece. I am a work in progress, and my life is a beautiful story, and more often than not I forget the real reason as to why I am here.
Do your best and be yourself. Be someone who doesn’t just say love, but is and shows love, and finally, keep on fighting the good fight.