I Am Whole

She is but a ghost, a scattered memory pulled from the deepest parts of my mind. When I look into her eyes, I see a layer of glass that shelters almost a decade of sadness. This girl from my memories spent her days staring into a mirror that shouted insecurities back at her. She yearned to be more in a world that looked at her as less than. She longed to be better in a society that told her she never could be. Everyone thought she would die like that, with a needle in her arm, laying on top of all the bridges she was burning. 

But she didn’t. Her body was given a new soul, a soul that has slowly but surely become me; who I am. Every part of who I was supposed to be lives and breathes inside of this body that was once frozen and useless. 

I am whole. You can be, too.

There is a Girl

There is a girl who lives in the forest. Every morning, she wakes up to the cacophony of birdsong outside her bedroom windows and the rays of sunlight that pour in from behind the canopy of trees. She makes a pot of coffee and stares outside to see the beauty that surrounds her. The trees stand spirit-like, observing the girl’s house that looms above and around them. When she opens her kitchen windows to the wooded air, she can almost smell the coppery scent of the river that lies within the heart of the forest. She closes her eyes and breathes in. Her nose fills with the sweet smell that radiates off the beds of pine needles covering the forest floor.

It smells like home, she thinks.

The man she loves comes up behind her and wraps her up in his embrace, kissing her neck and playing gently with her hair. She spins around and flashes him a smile, digging her head into his shoulder. Her children are still asleep.

This girl has lived here for quite some time, her soul craving serenity and her thoughts seeking retreat. Closing my eyes, I can see her. Freckles mark her face in patterns. Pale skin stretches over bones worn from experience yet blossoming with strength. Eyes filled with the reflections of her memories.

This girl exists only inside the crevices of my mind, just beyond my eyelids, in between thoughts that rage and fly across membranes. She is a part of me, in a way, and she lives a life I’ve never known but always wanted to experience. Her heart beats the same rhythm as mine, and her soul is filled with the same hurt as me.  I am like her but, at the same time, I am not. She is better than I am, full of more grace and patience. Full of more strength. Full of all the things I’ve always wanted to be.

I believe that I created her at times when loneliness consumed me and thoughts of a better life would not leave me alone. I think that she began to exist because I could no longer stand myself, because I needed to feel like there was more to me than just bouts of sadness and fits of rage.

In some ways, creating her saved me. In others, it did not. Either way, I am no longer alone.

You Are Not Your Past

We all have skeletons in our closets. We all have ghosts who come from our past that follow us and haunt us. They peek their heads out at our most vulnerable times. They pick at our thought processes and disrupt our dreams. We think that we are nothing without them, that our past failures and mistakes run our lives. We procure this belief in our minds that we will always be our past, that our futures are reliant on all of the things which we’ve done before. 

There is no reason to keep walking around aimlessly in the graveyard of regrets that fear has built up around you. Put your hand on your chest. Your heart lives there. It’s still beating, even after all that you have been through. Don’t allow it to beat for nothing. Declare yourself alive and live the life that you were put on this earth to live. There’s no reason not to. 

Stop punishing yourself for those things that you did years ago. You cannot hold the guilt inside forever, it will kill you. Forgive yourself. That’s the only way that you will be able to move on. I know that it’s easier said than done. I know that forgiveness and letting go are some of the hardest things to do, especially when it comes to forgiving ourselves.

It’s a crazy thing, really, that the person who we are hardest on, the one which we chastise and hurt the most, is ourselvesWe need to start learning how to love ourselves at our most unlovable moments, to let our hearts work through the most painful things without breaking. Doing that is the only way we will be able to get rid of the ghosts who haunt us, and to stop allowing the skeletons in our closets to run our lives.

The mistakes that we have made are what make us beautiful and strong. They shape us to become better versions of ourselves. We do not have to wallow in the guilt of the past. We do not have to sit in the darkness of what once was.

We do not. 

 

 

Choices

Stop pretending like you’re fine when you’re not, when it feels like your soul is burning out & your heart is drowning. Talk about it. Cry about it. Listen to the way your heart beats when it’s aching & embrace the pain that you feel inside. There’s nothing worse than feeling like you can’t breathe, like the sadness is holding you underwater, other than those moments when you look around you & everyone else is breathing just fine. You don’t have to be alone. You don’t have to let it destroy you. 

Make the choice to allow the gut wrenching pain to push you farther. Let it motivate you to become better. Let it make you stronger. It’s as if you’re on a ship & that ship is guiding you through your life. Let your thoughts, your pain & your fears be the lighthouse that shows you how to get home.

Stop wasting your time on people who couldn’t care less about you. Your days are numbered & valuable. Every second of your life counts. Those people who bring you down, those people who constantly doubt you, they mean nothing compared to the light that shines inside of you. You are worth so much more than the negative things that people might say about you. Things like, “You’re never going anywhere,” or “You’re not good enough,” are lies. You don’t have to listen to them.

You only have this one life & it is extremely precious. Your soul is the only soul that you will have for an eternity. The body that you have is the only body that you were given. Treat it well. Pamper it, if you must. Appreciate the things that you have when you have them, because time tends to take those things away sometimes.

We all have these choices in our lives. We have the choice to let everything destroy us, or we have the choice to let them build us up. What choice are you going to make? 

I Am Human.

My past is like a garden inside of me, blooming & growing & giving birth to beautiful things. My thoughts are constellations, whirling around inside the depths of my mind. These bones make up the fortress that holds the very thing that I am & my skin, etched deep with scars, is pulled tightly over it. My organs beat & hum inside me, full of life & sometimes even purpose.

I am the same thing that we all are. I am human. I am flawed & full of painful memories. I am imperfect & yet beautiful.

I am a walking storybook,
& I keep on turning the pages.

Find Your Light

I am alive, more alive than I ever have been before. My heart beats, flooding my veins with renewed purpose. My lungs fill and expand as I take in a breath of fresh air and my eyes widen. I am hopeful.

Within all of the darkness, I have a found a light that guides me through. This light tells me that I am worthy of having a voice and that there are people out there who will listen to me. It shows me my way when I am lost. It fills the emptiest parts of my soul and creates within me an everlasting peace. This light is my compass, my hope, the protector of my happiness.

You have that same light inside of you too. Trust me, it’s there. It’s waiting within the shadows of your innermost being, it sits in the realm of your darkest thoughts.

Find it. Let it out. It’s dying to guide you home. 

Don’t Worry, You’re Still Learning

Our minds are beautifully vast and limitless, filled with years of memories and collections of information. We, as human beings, were created to learn and to adapt. We were destined to know things. From the second we entered this world as screaming, crying babies, we learned how to eat. We learned who our mothers were, who was going to take care of us. We got older and we learned how to walk, speak, listen, read, write, count, etc. The list could go on and on about all of the various knowledge that we gain in a lifetime, but the basis always stays the same. We are creatures who thrive on experiences and we are evolving and learning every single day.

I, myself, am only twenty one years old. But I look back to when I was eighteen, only three years ago, and I am blown away by how different I was. In those three years, I learned how to really be an adult, how to be responsible as a sober person. Through painful experiences, I grew to stand up for myself, take care of my daughter, keep a job, take care of an apartment, and create a budget. I learned that the absolute best things in life don’t come easy. I came to understand that some things just can’t be changed. I realized why I should never settle for the things that don’t make me happy and I learned how to let go of the things that were holding me back.

And I am still learning, like everyone else. We are always learning. I will continue to make mistakes. I will continue to fall and I will continue to learn how to get back up again. And so will you. It doesn’t matter how old you are, whether you’re 15 or 102 years old. We are all still learning. Our experiences and the things that we learn throughout our lives are what make us who we are, and they shape us into who we’re becoming.