I think that there is often a misconception, that once you get into a relationship the mental health issues will disappear, cause you're happy now right? Not alone or craving love anymore cause it's at your fingertips. Alas that's not how reality works. Just because I couldn't at this point combine taking care of my mental health and thriving in a relationship doesn't mean it's impossible. There are so many people who have managed to make the combination work and given it their own beautiful form.
I think it's our responsibility as people to let each other know we're there for them. We're not made to be alone, and we can all do our part. See someone alone? Go sit next to them. Invite that person who you usually don't talk to. Be kind to each other, you don't know the battles they're facing. Feeling alone? contact someone you trust, or even here me.
In the USA alone 40 million adults above the age of 18 are affected a year by anxiety and panic attacks. That's an insane number. I've had my fair share of anxiety leading to panic attacks, some that would leave me restless for days and not know which way to turn. It made me desperate to find some kind of solution because burying it definitely was not helping. I figured there's gotta be some kind of way to make this work cause I noticed in every part of my life it would crumble when I was in these modes.
I’m changing things up a bit. When I originally started this blog it was for my integration back into The Netherlands after being away my entire life. There honestly isn’t much more to write about that. Maybe every now and then something will come up but I want to shift gears to something more relevant…
You took a leap of faith with me, we had an adventure and made memories that no one and nothing can take away. I would do it all over again if I could.
It’s really starting to bother me that all around me I see smiles, but none of them real. There’s the girl not happy in her body so she’ll skip a meal The boy making everyone smile is actually in denial The people struggling through problems we know nothing about, and yet we proceed to pout…
How are we supposed to love others, if we can't even love ourselves? I heard something along those lines in church and felt personally criticised. Of course I can love others, I love them so incredibly much, but myself? no that seems to be something I've never truly been able to do. I've been content with who I was, what I looked like, but loving myself had never been part of that. It seemed so easy to love others, I could give away every ounce of me loving others and I would do it in a heartbeat, but taking just a part of that for myself just didn't quite seem plausible.
Goodbye's are the most inevitable things in our lives. They're the most painful yet at the same time the easiest. We are so used to saying bye to people that it becomes habit, a routine. Most of the time thinking in the back of your head, 'I'll see you somewhere again' cause that's the life we have.
I'm so used to doing whatever I want whenever I want cause for quite a while I haven't had to keep anyone in mind. Could live completely free of responsibilities or whatever, but that's changing now.
A lot of people struggle with faith because if God is good then why does he allow bad things to happen to us? Even his most faithful servants often get the most painful moments. I struggled with that too, the year behind me was the worst I could’ve had with friends dying, friends being diagnosed with severe illnesses, people I love ditching me, and my own struggle with depression. I felt in pain, alone, and not able to rationalise that bad things happen because it felt like that was those were the only things happening to me for a while. Until I realised three core truths to myself