you are enough.
you are enough.
you are enough.
you are enough.
you are enough.
“If you feel exhausted after being with a group of people then maybe you are meant to be with one person at a time. Maybe you’re the kind of someone who truly listens when a person is broken, hopeless, and needs a little bit of kindness in their life. Maybe you’re the kind of someone who likes talking about philosophy, aliens or the meaning of the universe at 3 am, and there’s a person out there who likes having those conversations too. Maybe you’re the kind of someone who naturally cultivates a person’s belief when you gently remind them that their own ideas for the betterment of their life are not crazy but are beautiful, wonderful, and amazing. Maybe you’re the kind of someone who helps people leave this world much better than they once found it, and that in itself is a remarkable way to exist.”
— Juansen Dizon, The Counselor
the older i get the more i realize i just don’t want certain types of people around me anymore. some people just stunt your personal growth
Source: lohver
How my childhood has affected me
When I was a child, I never really received any affection by my parents. They split up before I was born, but divorced in '05. They had the most toxic relationship. Every time I saw them together, or heard them speak on the phone, they would fight in french and cuss each other out. My father physically abused and cheated on my mother and had two love children that I have never met. My mom always let us know how bad our father was and that because she hates him, we should too. Even though I wanted to see him, she told me I wasn't allowed to and when she gave me the choice, under false pretense, I said no, because she made me believe that by having a relationship with my father I would hurt her and I didn't want that. I don't have any contact to my father. After that my sister got into an abusive relationship as well. I remember seeing her covered in bruises and blood and how terrified I was. Then, when I was 9, I was sexually abused by a stranger which was the scariest experience of my life. Throughout my childhood my mom would blame me for everything, scream at me, make me have panic attacks and call me the meanest of names and even said things like she should have aborted me. All those experiences with my mom created a deep resentment towards her and the experiences with men made me fear them. Every time a guy showed the slightest bit of interest in me, I struggled with getting that kind of affection while craving it so dearly at the same time. I often wonder what is wrong with me, why I have panik attacks when guys come too close to me, why I can't sleep or when I do have nightmares and why I just am the way I am. Insecure, traumatized and too scared to face it. I once had sex with my boyfriend and I just started crying, while we were having it. I felt so powerless. I often cry because I never forget. In fact I almost only remember the bad memories of my childhood and the ones that came after that. I know this will never be read by anyone. I just needed to face my own truth for a minute. I just wish that I will be able to protect my future children so they won't have to go trough the same things I did. — myteenagebrain (V.D.)
Anonymous asked:
What is on your mind?
my regrets of the past and my fears of the future
"Because this isn't about connection for you. This isn't even about sex for you. This is about finding an hour or two of relief from the pain of being you."
Love and other drugs