choose-happiness

anonymous asked:

Is there a different blog ppl could post their positive posts to? I love the positivity, but I come to this blog for the horrible stories and the spilled tea 🐸☕️

We take happy ones too. Just make sure to choose the happy endings tag when submitting. -Abby

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Choose life was a well meaning slogan from a 1980’s anti-drug campaign and we used to add things to it, so I might say for example, choose… designer lingerie, in the vain hope of kicking some life back into a dead relationship. Choose handbags, choose high-heeled shoes, cashmere and silk, to make yourself feel what passes for happy. Choose an iPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of a window and stick it in the pocket of your jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram and a thousand others ways to spew your bile across people you’ve never met. Choose updating your profile, tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose looking up old flames, desperate to believe that you don’t look as bad as they do. Choose live-blogging, from your first wank ‘til your last breath; human interaction reduced to nothing more than data. Choose ten things you never knew about celebrities who’ve had surgery. Choose screaming about abortion. Choose rape jokes, slut-shaming, revenge porn and an endless tide of depressing misogyny. Choose 9/11 never happened, and if it did, it was the Jews. Choose a zero-hour contract and a two-hour journey to work. And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and maybe tell yourself that it’s better that they never happened. And then sit back and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody’s fucking kitchen. Choose unfulfilled promise and wishing you’d done it all differently. Choose never learning from your own mistakes. Choose watching history repeat itself. Choose the slow reconciliation towards what you can get, rather than what you always hoped for. Settle for less and keep a brave face on it. Choose disappointment and choose losing the ones you love, then as they fall from view, a piece of you dies with them until you can see that one day in the future, piece by piece, they will all be gone and there’ll be nothing left of you to call alive or dead. Choose your future, Veronika. Choose life”.

Why I choose to be happy... or why I choose to wear a happy mask

I’m going to be completely honest here but I am an angry person. A truly, angry person. It is so unhealthy and no one would expect me to be this way since I’m always so happy and cheerful. But for the longest, since I was a child I’ve held in so much anger and sadness.

I believe it’s because I’m being denied love. I’m talking about unconditional love. This is ironic because I’m a certified Love Doctor™ and everyone knows how romantic I am, how loving I am, how cheerful, optimistic and supportive I am but I am so angry beneath it all.

Not at anyone, really. But at myself. I’m sure you all know by now how much I hate sympathy. I don’t expect people to care, to give me love and advice because I never ask for it. Look at me, I shut down all of my problems and suppress it.

Look at me guys. I’ve openly talked about how I’ve been homeless before, I witnessed a shooting, heard a murder happening right outside my home, how I had my near death experience and other small events. Those things can seem so morbid to other people, but I’ve merely tapped the surface when I openly talk about these things. But they’ve had such a huge impact. I don’t want people to know what I’ve come from and what I’ve had to do to survive because I do not want sympathy. I feel like I’m begging for attention and although it’s not like that, that is how I feel. Will I ever open up? Most likely not. But who knows. I’ve told some close friends of some things that have happened in my life and they consider it me opening up. I’m just getting started, in all brutal honesty.

I have anger and sadness buried deep inside of me, I’ll tell you that. But I’m not at that stage in my life. Instead I chose to wear a smile on my face. To laugh everything away.

Don’t worry about me though because I am an optimistic person. I do believe things get better. I never tell people when I’m suffering. I suffer in silence and in the dark. Since I hate getting sympathy and I push love and support away, I feel like I choke myself. I feel like I throw myself away and force myself to drown in all my problems and my feelings. Then I turn back to everyone and smile and tell them that it’s ok! I’m fine! But of course, I am not. If I were I wouldn’t be making this post. I feel as though after I drown myself, I pick myself up and I tell myself to keep everything a secret and things will get better. I’m optimistic. Things will get better and they do! But it’s temporary until it crashes down again. But that’s life, I always say. I guess you could say I’m my own abuser, but at the same time I love myself beyond words. It is so dark and twisted. I refuse to get help or advice, I refuse to talk about my problems (in detail) with my friends, I refuse to accept love and support. I refuse it all in hopes that I don’t look weak and desperate. I love to talk about crazy life events though and I have a lot to share. But I do not expect sympathy or advice. I don’t want it and I’m refusing it.

But I need it. I want a hug. I want the same hug I give other people when they’re telling me personal things. I’m physically affectionate and although I don’t like when people touch me, I love hugging other people. I love assuring them I’m here. I do want love. I give out so much love and I WANT it back. But I tell others to please hold back from doing so. I make no sense. I’m in a state of confusion and contradicting myself. I’m not meeting up to my needs. I hold myself back from doing so. I have so much love to give and I starve myself of it as well.

Recovery smells like fresh baked chocolate chip cookies.

Recovery feels like the relief of ice cold lemonade on a hot day.

Recovery tastes like maple syrup drenched pancakes.

Recovery looks like the tallest mountain of whipped cream you’ve ever seen. 

Recovery sounds like movie theater popcorn popping.

Recovery is hard, but wow is it worth it. 

Go get her. Are you going to let her get away? People always make fun of the way I dress. They say its tacky, unflattering, strange, and that I’m crazy. I know that. I know everything, but I play dumb, act calm and firm.
I just ignore it.
Why?
Because I like the way I dress.
Because I want to do it.
Because this makes me happy.
—  Jang Woo Jin

I love that my nails are healthy and strong.

I love that my hair isn’t falling out in clumps.

I love that my stomach is not in constantly in knots.

I love that I’m not continuously in a brain fog.

I love that I don’t feel like I’m going to pass out all the time.

You know what caused all of this?

Food.

I fell in love with her soul. I loved how she composed herself so well yet had a mind filled with so many convictions and ideas. She was worldly, she was funny, she was smart, and she had class. I admired her. She was that girl that had guys crawling on their knees, but she never batted an eyelash. She wasn’t about that. She was much deeper than that, and that is one of the many reasons I loved her.
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I like you / I hate you / I dislike you/ I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally  / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me/ You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me  / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

Life doesn’t just stop the moment you choose recovery.
It doesn’t just get better in that moment because you’ve recognized that you need help and are willing to get help.
In the moment that you choose recovery you recognize that you’re choosing the harder road.
You’re choosing to put your all into getting better and establishing a healthy sustainable lifestyle instead of partaking in a self destructive lifestyle.
There will be ups and there will be downs just like there are with anything.
Choosing recovery isn’t just a one day choice, it is an every hour of every day choice.
Though honestly, it is the best choice you’ll ever make.
Every hour of every day it is the best choice.
You just need to decide to make it.

I’m told happiness is a choice.

Unfortunately we complicate our lives to the point of being unable to recognize happiness when it appears before our eyes.

So how to clear the slate? Here are 10 things you’ll need to give up in exchange for your happiness.

1. Give up caring what other people think of you. I know it seems counter intuitive as we humans are primal pack animals that don’t want to be cast from the village, but spending time worrying what others think, is a waste of energy. You’ll never please everyone and it’s none of your business what others think of you.

2. Give up trying to please everyone. Unless you’re living life to the beat of your own drum, your tribe won’t be able to find you. Be the best version of you you can be, and you’ll naturally attract in the people that are supposed to surround you.

3. Give up participating in gossip. 100 percent of the time, those sharing gossip with you will gossip about you. Believing gossip is like gambling everything on a horse sight unseen. It’s naive.

4. Quit worrying. Where thoughts go, energy flows. Worry is investing time and energy in something you don’t want to have happen. Learn to let go and trust.

5. Let go of insecurity. When we take ourselves too seriously, we think everyone else does too. There is one version of you on the planet. Be it, own it and quit worrying about it. No one really cares or watches you that closely.

6. Stop taking everything personally. Truth is, most people are too consumed with their own life to really consider what you’re doing. As my first boss said so well: “The world doesn’t revolve around you. Most people’s reactions have nothing to do with you, so let it go.”

7. Give up the past. We’ve all been hurt, we all had parents that made mistakes and we’ve all been through hell. You didn’t listen to your parents when you were younger, so why are you still listening to their voices in your head now? Every experience in life has taught you something or made you stronger.

8. Give up spending money on what you don’t need in effort to buy happiness. Living simply allows the space for life to flow. We complicate our lives by spending too much money and filling our home with “things.” Less is truly more.

9. Give up anger. Anger burns a hole in the hand of the person still holding on to it. Move it out once and for all.

10. Give up control. Control is an illusion. We live in an out of control world. Learn to embrace the new and welcome change; otherwise you’ll grow old through your own rigidity. Learn to let go.

spitfirechick  asked:

Hi! Are you taking prompts right now? If not, super sorry to bother you! But if you are, do you think you could write some fluffy nurseydex? I've been having a bad day and could use a pick me up. Thanks either way!

Hi! Could you maybe write a nurseydex comfort?? I’m a bit down rn, people keep bashing my hockey team just because we won

“I almost cried in front of three different advisors today,” Dex huffs, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

“Oh - um,” Nursey chokes out. He’s a little caught off guard - he certainly wasn’t expecting that response when he asked Dex how his day went.

“I didn’t actually cry,” Dex shrugs, as if that makes it better, “Thought about it, though.”

Nursey doesn’t know if he’s supposed to press for more information or let Dex be. They’ve been dating for a month, he’s still trying to feel their relationship out. He waits a beat, and when Dex doesn’t elaborate at all he can’t help himself from asking, “Why?”

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