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21 things black men don’t hear often enough

1. I love you bro. We don’t tell each other as men how much we mean to each other. There is no weakness in that. Only strength, solidarity, and power.

2. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to commit to getting better.

3. Someone is depending on you, to be exactly who you are.

4. Read more. You have time to read 12 books a year (which is more than the average American). We also aren’t average.

5. Showing and sharing your emotions isn’t a sign of weakness. Paying attention to how we feel helps us become more in tune with what’s actually going on.

6. Your mental health matters. You can’t “work yourself” out of your mind. Emotional trauma is very real and worthy of our time. We’ve been through a lot recently.

7. Living is an act of resistance. You are going to live, get out all these dreams, and thrive – despite the odds.

8. You are a descendent of kings. Seriously, don’t bow your head to life. You were built for this.

9. Their opinion won’t pay your bills, or build your dreams. They won’t always see your vision. Not everyone is supposed to.

10. Failure isn’t a tattoo. Learn how to take the Ls and move on. Adapt and overcome.

11. Getting this money, and doing good, aren’t mutually exclusive. You just have to be clear on your non-negotiables and stand by them.

12. You don’t have to ask for permission to be excellent. Go for it.

13. “Everybody eat’s b” – Ace Boogie. Seriously, we can all get what we want to out here. Helping people doesn’t make you a sucker. Do have boundaries though.

14. There is absolutely nothing wrong with working for someone else (even if you’re from Harlem), but it pays to think like an owner. Signing the front of a check is very different than the back.


16. If someone knocks you for your 9-5, they (1) aren’t your friends and (2) they don’t know about your 6-10. Keep going.

17. Start owning when you can. Pay yourself first. These loans ain’t loyal.

18. We don’t need to prove anything to anyone. You’re excellent and it’s perfectly okay to still be warming up.

19. Try to take care of yourself. I love Popeyes, but what we put in ourselves can actually kill us. Exercise, eat well, and get active. Put some $$ on your jumper, and invite your team out!

20. Learning how to cook is a great look. Seriously. Watch a couple Youtube videos, hit Home Goods, and start cheffing.

21. “Someday” is never going to show up on the calendar. Write that book, send that tweet, record podcast. Don’t opt out, especially not right now.

When you start loving yourself, three things happen. The first is that you fill yourself with so much [self] love, that it overflows and emanates from you. You are content and satisfied with yourself and no one can change that.
The second is that you are happy with YOURSELF. The race to look for someone, something disappears. Because you are full, you don’t preoccupy or search for someone or something to fill an empty emotional void. When you truly work and heal yourself and your past traumas, and love yourself truly and genuinely. All the extra falls away. You don’t worry yourself about what others are thinking and doing and saying, because you are focused on Y-O-U and growing in the most beautiful, spiritual and intrinsic ways.
The third is that the right people (and eventual spouse) will gravitate toward you. When you love yourself, it is obvious when someone else isn’t loving you the way you deserve. You stop accepting situations, actions, and people that are hurtful, toxic and that’s drain you. You see the importance in yourself and the respect and beauty that you hold within yourself. You don’t tolerate anything that disrespects, devalues, or disregards your feelings, time, love, presence and effort. You let everything go, and everything *truly* falls into place.

To my fellow emotionally repressed abuse survivors, a heads up: when you start doing trauma work in therapy, for a while it’s going to feel like grieving is your full time job. I’m serious, and not exaggerating at all. Before therapy, I hadn’t cried for roughly 3 or so years. Once I started EMDR, I literally cried, sobbed, every single damn day for 3 straight months. I laid down on the floor, put on some Emmylou Harris and I just fucking cried. I cried so hard I burst the little blood vessels in my eyelids and I cried so much I had to up my water consumption by 10 ounces a day.

Don’t let it discourage you, even if it feels like the grief will never stop, like there’s no bottom to it. I promise you’ll get there.


@team-sleeps Please ignore Richard. He just doesn’t like to admit he finds Ricardo highly relatable too.

Which star wars villain should you fight?

maybe you express love by yelling “fight me!” with tears streaming down your face. maybe you need to work out your repressed trauma, or maybe you just want some exercise. Whichever it is, here’s everything you need to know to decide which pillar of galactic evil to bloody your knuckles on!

Darth Vader

Do it. Fight Darth Vader. You’ll never win, and that’s the goal. from the cradle to the coffin, every one of us knows who he is and what he’s capable of, and yearns to erotically asphyxiated by the one true goth of all time. Fight him, and gasp your final breath to the thrilling thunder of the imperial march

end fight probability: 300% you die highly aroused and emotionally fulfilled


Not a good idea at all. If you must scratch the vengeance itch, dew it, but he’s slippery for such a crusty dude and dreadfully powerful. Watch out for those sharp, germy fingers.

end fight probability: 80% he fries you to a crisp, 20% you win but later die of infected wounds

Darth Maul

Don’t even fucking try. This bugger can survive literally anything. Give up.

end fight probability: 200% even if you shoot him into the fucking sun, he survives it

General Grievous

Why would you fight my old boy Grievous? he’s just trying to do his job and he’s so tired. Look at the bags under his eyes. And he has asthma. if you decide to be a heartless beast and fight him anyway, you will lose, because he has four arms and he’s 7 feet tall. Just buy him a drink and leave him alone.

end fight probability: 100% he cuts you into sashimi, but you deserve it for picking a fight with Johnny-four-lightsabers

Count Dooku

I can’t imagine feeling anything about him strongly enough to warrant a fight, but if that’s your thing, go ahead I guess. Put out his creepy eyes first.

end fight probability: 60% you win because he’s old, but sustain injuries

Kylo Ren

Please, fight him. Beat his ass. if you can dodge the saber and hold off laughing long enough to get a grip on his hair, he’ll trip over his own garments trying to shake you off and fall on his own blades. finish it up by crushing his windpipe so we never have to suffer his insufferable voice ever again. Good luck and godspeed.

end fight probability: 82% you rip his face off (100% I need counseling)


Don’t fight this crusty boy until we know more about his stats. but if you decide to anyway, he has serious claws – you better protect your neck against a Gollum-style strangling. he’s survived this far, he can probably survive a lot more. if you can take him seriously long enough to attack.

end fight probability: 75% he bludgeons you with a frozen rat (his supper) while screaming “for the last goddamn time I am NOT darth plageius”


Definitely fight him, take out all your inner rage on the poster boy for creepy old white men who ruin everything. The main thing is to watch out for those cheekbones, which can probably split wood and definitely slice your hand off. Don’t be distracted by his foul stench either. The good news is that he’s old and frail and the only exercise he’s ever had is furiously jacking it to imperialist propaganda.

end fight probability: 90% you kill him, 64% the spores released by his disintegrating corpse give you a debilitating lung disease


Fight him, but be careful about it, he’s famously prone to violent confrontation and not afraid to start swinging. Target his major weakness: the aesthetic. if you can stand on his cape you can probably immobilize him.

end fight probability: 80% you win with minor injuries


this guy is literally everything wrong with the world today –  fascism, gingers, men who won’t shut up. Fight him and kill him for all of us. It’ll be easy, he looks to be made of damp bread & library paste. Go for it. Wring his neck

end fight probability: 99% you break every bone in his pathetic body


This is a tricky one. if you’re a wookiee, go ahead, you may able to win. If you’re human, you will be slammed to the ground before you knew what hit you, with a blaster barrel in your mouth. But if you’re a lesbian that was probably the goal all along.

end fight probability: 110% she breaks every bone in your pathetic body


Deep down, we all want to either fight him or fuck him, so do it. Fight him. Grab him by that gigantic forehead and smash him through a wall, which was part of his master plan all along, of course. He’ll bust out those thick blue biceps and either the brawl will continue or you’ll end up making passionate love on the floor.

end fight probability: whatever happened, it was artistically done

Make me kneel. Make me kneel so long my knees bruise.
Use me. Use me until I cry don’t stop while I cry.
I deserve it. I deserve it all anything you do I had coming.
It will hurt. It will hurt but don’t stop when I scream.

Google search: ‘How do I explain to the man who loves me and has done nothing but care for me and love me gently, ever so gently, that these are my thoughts, these are my thoughts, and I cannot stop them and he could do anything to me and I would let him’

How can I explain that in my short life
I have come to expect nothing
But pain and pain and pain.
And I can’t live without it.

I have learned oh how I have learned
How much I am Nothing,
And pain makes me Something,
Then I am a frightened Something.

Make me kneel.
Use me.
I deserve it.
It will hurt.

- “I Am No Survivor, I Am No Longer Even Alive” by Ashton @trauma-whore

Do not ever wait around for someone to stop being toxic. Do not spend your time believing they just need enough time to change. Do not give them more chances in hope they’ll turn for the better. Do not hope they will one day live up to their true potential that you can see in them. Do not let them hurt you because it “helps them”. Do not think “if only this one thing changed, they would become better”. Do not work on their trauma so they would eventually treat you better.

Sticking around with someone with a core belief that they have the right to hurt you for their purposes, who believes that you are worthless and pathetic and to be lied to, controlled and used by them, will hurt you, a lot, more than it could ever help them. And no matter what you do, their core belief will not change. No matter in what ways they heal they will not one day wake up and realize you’re a human being. They’ve already proved to feel entitled to hurt you, they’re not going to give up that entitlement, they’re not going to change in a way that would make up for what they did to you. Run. Do not let anyone dehumanize and abuse you, even if they’re traumatized, even if they’re promising they wont do it again, even if they’re feeling justified in doing it, even if they “can’t help it”. It wont be worth it. Waiting around for a toxic person to change is never worth it. 

Doctors. | character list

Dr. Reid is the head of neurosurgery at D.C. Hospital. He’s very professional and great with patients. Although he explains everything in depth and it ends with the patient’s mouth in the shape of an ‘o’ due to their confusion, he flashes a kind smile right after and explains it again to them in plain english. There is an underlying reason as to why Dr. Reid decided to choose neuro as his specialty, but he has not revealed that information to anyone except for JJ.

JJ (Dr. Jennifer Jareau) is a badass ortho surgeon who never fails to put her patients at ease before operating. (She may or may not have a flirty relationship with nurse Emily Prentiss cough cough)

Alex Blake is that one nurse who whips everyone into shape and knows her patients’ medications and allergies like the back of her hand.

Dr. Elle Greenaway is a cardiothoracic surgeon. She works great under pressure and always checks her work over twice, although she really doesn’t need to since she’s so skilled in her abilities.

Dr. Luke Alvez is your friend, a second year resident. He’s extremely smart and has the steadiest hands you’ve ever seen, he may constantly complain to you about whoever he’s dating at the moment but he keeps a professional persona at work.

Dr. Derek Morgan is a trauma surgeon who is always on his toes, he’s a bit of a player and a flirt but his kind smile and gentle tone never fails to make his patients trust him. He works amazingly well under pressure. 

Emily Prentiss is a pediatric nurse. Although she’s totally badass and has a tough exterior, she’s as sweet as can be when it comes to speaking to children and holding their hands through tough procedures.

Dr. Aaron Hotchner is the chief of surgery. He’s always on top of things and nothing goes unnoticed, and despite his tough exterior he’s actually a great father and a loving husband to his wife.

Ms. Penelope Garcia is a social worker who is at the hospital often, her happy attitude and fun clothes always puts the kids at ease. Sometimes Penelope sits in on group therapy sessions with the children because they feel the most comfortable with her.

Dr. David Rossi is one of the older surgeons of the hospital. He’s the best general surgeon anyone’s ever seen, despite the fact that he is constantly told he should be retiring soon.

Dr. Kate Callahan is a third year resident. She’s quite easy to get along with so long as her interns follow her orders and don’t overstep their boundaries.

Dr. Tara Lewis is a radiologist. She’s extremely intelligent and easy to love, with her witty personality and friendly demeanor.

Dr. Stephen Walker works in the trauma unit in the E.R., you know him quite well since you worked alongside him at your previous job. You often joke that he should be a shrink, with such a soothing voice and how he’s great at reading people and giving advice. He’s got a military background but hasn’t talked much about it.

You are a nurse who has just come from another hospital and you know no one save for Walker obviously, and Luke Alvez, who you met at the beginning of the year at the hospital’s annual dinner. You’re struggling to fit in with this group of doctors and nurses, and are waiting for the feeling that you’re a newbie to subside.

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where... while Bernie is in Kiev Kate Stewart, Bernie's sister or cousin or whatever, ends up on AAU for some reason. When she sees her, Serena thinks she's Bernie. When Bernie comes back, she finds they have become thick as thieves and shared stories about the trauma surgeon.

Serena takes a steeling breath before she swipes her card and pushes through the doors onto AAU.

‘Good morning all,’ she calls brightly, a smile pasted on her face to fight the Bernie-less gloom.

And then she glances around the ward and freezes, eyes wide and mouth dropping open.

I know all I can think of is how much I want her back, but this was definitely not what I meant.

‘Sorry,’ she breathes to the porter who walks into her, but still can’t move.

Because there, lying in bed three, is–


Suddenly she can’t move fast enough, dodges trollies and nurses and F1s until a hand around her elbow stops her in her tracks. She whirls around, opens her mouth to snap but before she can make a sound Raf is speaking.

‘It’s not her,’ he says quickly, watching as Serena’s fear-filled eyes dart between him and the woman in the bed.  ‘It’s not Bernie,’ he repeats.

‘Then– But–’ she stammers, lets him guide her into the office and into her chair.  ‘Who the hell is she, Raf?’

‘Kate Stewart.  Caused quite a stir when they brought her in, I can tell you.’

‘Yes I, uh, I imagine she did,’ Serena murmurs, fingers fluttering around her neck, her collarbones, her pendant.

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I think, that despite all of the negative/unpleasant experiences we may have faced throughout life, those experiences are absolutely essential in shaping the individuals we are now. Everything that we go through and everything that we endure forms our personality, our outlook towards life, our attitude towards other people, our opinions, everything. You can tell a lot about what a person has faced just by their overall demeanor and their perspectives on things. I read a post today that somebody wrote where they said that there’s a specific transit going on right now that’s igniting reflection regarding childhood, wounds from long ago, and I’m thinking about my childhood and how I was raised. And yes, I have Pluto in the 4th House, very very horrible and painful circumstances, the planet of inner demons, but as weird as it sounds I do not regret a thing about my upbringing at all. Sure, ideally, none of it would have occurred, but then who would I be without those experiences? I wouldn’t be the same person I am today, that’s a fact. I wouldn’t possess the same qualities, the same mindset, nothing would be the way it is. So it’s strange to say that I am grateful for my unfavorable childhood, but I am grateful for it. It’s taught me many things, many lessons, I have a much better understanding of the world and the people around me. And I think we should all use this time to try to come to terms with past situations, to accept it for what it is and maybe find ways to heal. Or to embrace these things because it’s made you become the person you are. And even if you are currently unhappy with the person you are, just work towards improving your confidence, addressing your traumas or your deep issues - we must waste no more time. This is the life we have, you are the individual you are, just make the most of your existence while you are here and focus on your inner peace/happiness, fill your life with love and get rid of the negativity/distress. Find comfort and joy in knowing that there will never be another person like you nor has there ever been. We are all so complex and different.

Y’all better not be petty hoes and respect the female actresses instead. And y’all better not assume that just because there are girls the plot won’t be meaningful. 




I’m actually motivated for once but my dog decided that he needs all of my attention so I’m stuck under a very emotional 80 lbs dog while thinking about cleaning instead of actually.. being able to clean

Scars [Sneek Peak]

Request 1: hearydaysquite I’d really like maybe something where daryl and reader just chill at house one day and a lot cuddling and just warm and sweet scenes. Smut is nice too lol

Request 2: By Anon: I was wondering if you could write a one shot where Daryl and the reader have been together for a while, and they finally make love for the first time. After, the reader notices Daryl’s scars and asks him about them. Daryl opens up to her, and the reader gets so emotional over his story that she breaks down in front of him, which of course leads to more smut and lots of fluff! ❤

Summary: Lots of fluff. Smut ending. [More in depth summary coming after I finish it, who knows where it will go lol] Alexandra. Season 6 Era.

A/N: [Rough Edit: This is what happens when I try to write fluff haha. Is this fluff? Seems too hot. Anyway… Just wanted to give you a sneak peek as we could all use Daryl love/smut anytime. ;) ]


You opened your eyes and squinted at the early morning sun as it hit them, waking you from your slumber. Your right hand was laying on Daryl’s clothed chest, rising and falling with his breathing. You looked over at Daryl who was still sound asleep and smiled to yourself, he was absolutely beautiful and you loved everything about him.

You two had only been together for a short time. He had found you in the woods running from a herd, the one that took you brother; the only family you had left in this world. Daryl found you and you two hid in a cabin nearby while they wandered through. You were scared to death of him at first, knowing what kind of man survived in this world. But, he was nothing but, calm and protective of you. 

He brought you back to his gated community, Alexandria. You were ask the three questions and managed to pass and here  you were, a new home with people who actually seems to care about each other. Daryl watched over you faithfully as you let the loss of your brother and your world wash over you, the first few months you were there. 

He didn’t let nearly anyone talk to you the first few days, just let you rest in his house, in an extra bedroom he had. He fed you and brought you new clothes, letting you use the shower to clean yourself for the first time in one seemed like years. He had even gone to the trouble of setting up a razor and tampons in the bathroom, just in case you needed them. Along with soap, shampoo, and conditioner he had found for you. By the looks of it the night you got there all he used was a basic bar of white soap that hung from a string on the facet handle. 

You traced your finger up and down his clothed chest, thinking about all the times he had helped you. Not only did he save you from certain death, he also took care of you in ways no other man ever had, except for your family. Your eyes traveled down as you remembered your mom and dad shouting to you and your brother to run after the first attacks began. Your brother had managed to keep you safe until that herd showed up out of no where; you could still hear his screams and him telling you to run. A tear escaped you eye and you quickly wiped it away, smiling again at your knight in shining armor who came out of nowhere to save you.

You smiled through your slight tears and remembered back to the first time he kissed you. It had been a few weeks since you had been staying with him. As the weeks went on, you noticed him getting more fidgety and nervous around  you. One day you were in the kitchen fixing the two of you lunch like always when you dropped a piece of Carol’s homemade bread. You swore to yourself and quickly bent down to grab it. 

You stood up with the piece of bread in your hands and twirled around to put it on the plate next to Daryl. You looked at him apologetically and noticed his eyes were narrower than usually. He was glaring at you, rubbing his lips feverishly with his index finger and his right leg was bouncing up and down, anxiously.

“What?” You asked, putting the bread on his plate.

“Nothin’.” He replied, his eyes did not come to yours, but remained fixated on your stomach and chest, only for a second before looking down at the floor.

You put two and two together and realized he was looking at you, in a whole other way. You had to admit you had always found him attractive. Fuck. Attractive doesn’t even cover it. The man was gorgeous. But, from what people had told you that was just something Daryl didn’t do, so you never got your hopes up. 

“Why, Mr. Daryl Dixon. What do you have on your mind? ” You remembered asking, as you teased him. You loved that he was so nervous just by getting caught looking at you.

His gaze stayed fixated on the floor as he chewed on his lip, nervously. He didn’t know how to respond. Truth be told, Daryl had wanted you from the moment he rescued you. The image of you shaking like a leaf on the floor beside him as the walkers roamed through. The way you had grabbed his hand after finally being able to trust that he wouldn’t hurt you. The way you smiled and hugged him after it was all over, he remembered putting his arms around you and holding you as close as he could, breathing in your scent. He hadn’t felt the way he had felt around you in a very long time, to be honest he didn’t know what to do with his feelings. So, he put on his mask and went to work fixing you up, healing you from your trauma. No matter what, he wasn’t about to let anything happen to you.

You remembered him slowly looking up at you, finally locking eyes and nodding his head up as he licked his lips, “I don’t wanna say.” His southern drawl responded, looking back down to the ground, ashamed.

You remember shaking your head and giggling; he was so damn cute and shy, you couldn’t handle it. You reached your hand out to him. He took it, hesitantly. You pulled him up off the chair until he was eye level with you. You looked down at your hand intertwined with his and smiled happily as you swayed your hands together back and forth. 

You looked back up into his wincing eyes, as he tried to figure out your motive. You had only one. You leaned over to and softly kissed his cheek, slowly, and sweetly. His head jolted back and he side eyed you, sneering a little as he stared you down, prepared to be angry if this was all a joke to you.

You ran your hands up his clothed chest, making him tense even more. But, you continued until they found his neck and up to the sides of his face.

You remembered his eyes, confused, yet wanting to give into you. You rubbed up and down his stubble face and you saw him lean into your touch, his eyes closing.

“Don’t do it if ya don’t mean it, Y/N.” He whispered in a low growl, a sad expression spreading across his face as he continued to run his head back and forth in your hands. 

He had wanted nothing but you since the day he met you. But, he couldn’t handle being toyed with. There was a reason he locked his heart away, even in the last world. He couldn’t take you hurting him like so many others had done already.

You ran your hands into his hair and gently massaged it, staring up at him until his eyes opened and locked with yours. Your new touch received you a look you had never seen before from him, one of hope and longing. 

“My sweet man… Don’t you see yet? I want you too.” You pushed the words out of your mouth, scared to death of saying them and being rejected. 

You both stared at each other unsure, scared, and skeptical. In a stalemate all your own. 

Daryl smiled softly at the soft, loving, scared look in your eye as you leaned your body into his. He unwrapped his hand from yours and wrapped them around your waist, slowly pulling you into him, your bodies slightly touching. His nose touched yours and his eyes became more confident as he watched you non verbally fall apart. 

Your lips opened and your body arched further into his. When they did he pulled you in even closer so that both your bodies with pressed together, him pulling you into him as if you were his possession. You didn’t mind. You’d be anything he wanted.

He smiled wider as you let him pull you in. He nudged his nose up into yours, encircling it a few times before closing his eyes and pressing his lips to yours.

Your first kiss was soft and sweet. He left a slow peck on your lips and waited a few seconds. When you leaned further into him he smiled wider to himself and gave you another kiss. This time his lips put pressure  on yours for a few moments. The next he pressed down and you felt his tongue slowly trace the bottom of your lips. 

You remember your body nearly dropping because of the pure pleasure it created throughout you. He caught you and you remember a rare broad smile tracing your lips. You looked up at him with his lips, again suctioned to yours, as he resisted the urge to chuckle in pure joy at your reaction. You pulled your arms around his neck and pushed your lips harder into his, closing your eyes and opening your lips to him. 

He groaned softly and ran his hands up your back, rubbing it up and down feverishly as he pushed his tongue slowly inside you. 

He was hesitant at first. But once you met his tongue and started to slowly roll around his, his sweet tongue began to play with yours. They danced around each other for ages as you enjoyed and prolonged the feeling of sweet kisses you had both been missing for so long. 

You ran your hands down his chest and wound around to his lower back, trying to pull him closer to you as the pace of your kiss picked up. 

You both became more bold with each pass of your heated tongues, the ones who were dueling with each other, with passion like you had never felt. You heard him moan and felt his left hand come to ass and his right to your waist as he cupped your body into his and turned you both around. He backed you into the table, your lower back hitting it as he strode into you, suddenly attacking your body with a passion you had never seen before with him. 

He nudged his knee in between your legs and pushed you both back onto the table. In the process, his elbow hit and flung his plate onto the floor. 

Daryl broke his lips abruptly from yours and his head swiftly snapped to the side as he watched his plate and the piece of bread shatter to the floor.

“Whoops.” Is all that he said before turning his eyes and attention back to you, with you raw lips and smiling face looking up at him.

He smiled brighter than ever as he took in your love for him. 

He traced his finger down the side of your face to your smiling lips, which just shone brighter after his touch and eyes on  you.

“Ya sure ya want me, Y/N?” He asked, slightly pausing, a look of worry again in his eye.

You rolled your eyes slightly and brought your hands back to the sides of his face, running them up an down his cheeks. 

“Yes. I am so sure. Mr. Dixon. Will you be mine?” You asked, never breaking his nervous gaze.

He checked your eyes and behavior to make sure you were being real. Once he was sure he relaxed into the most beautiful smile ever. He nodded and leaned his body and lips down back to yours. 

He ghosted them a moment as his body hovered dangerously close over yours and growled in a low tone, “I’ll be yours forever.”

You smiled and ran your hands back to his neck, pulling his lips back to yours, for the sweetest kisses you had ever encountered…



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jugez-moi  asked:

I feel away from myself lately. Like I'm trying to get back to a state (of peace) that I've attained before. I feel that the events in my life have traumatized me and have stuck with me, kind of reprogramming my mind. I honestly am not sure how to describe the feeling, but I can say that I have been here before in this space but I feel less equipped to deal with it at this stage of my life. Any thoughts on this? Thank you in advance.

I’ve gone through a similar experience and it very much derailed my path. Even now, years later, I am still adjusting in some ways.

The first and most important thing, which I have to keep reminding myself, is that you cannot get back to anything. Remembering how things were before and aiming at that is a fool’s game that will never ever come to fruition.

Instead, focus on where you are now, embrace it, and figure out how to work towards a new state of peace moving forward. In other words, come back to yourself

The whole point of peace is that it is not produced from circumstances. Peace does not arise like our other emotions and thoughts. Rather, peace is a quality. From a place of peace, we are not bespelled and beguiled by our transient experiences regardless of whether they are good or bad, pleasant or unpleasant.

Peace is uncovered through spiritual practices. Meditation, contemplation, physical yoga asana, prayer, and the like all work to uncover the quality of peace that is part of basic sanity.

Traumatic events do in fact reprogram our minds and brains. This reprogramming shakes things up and may tempt us into seeking peace in a misperceived manner. What we need to do is deal with the trauma on the level of the trauma. Don’t allow that trauma to dictate how to find happiness or peace. Instead, you work through the trauma to return to your basic sanity.

A book I would highly recommend is The Sacred Path of the Warrior by Chogyam Trungpa.

Namaste :)

anonymous asked:

How do I become happier? What should I do specifically?

Simplify. Happiness is a state that comes from simplifying. Happiness is a simply state to be in. Fear, stress, worry, anger are all complicated. Happiness is simple.

Breathe and feel what comes to you. Breathe, feel and know that right now, it is simple. Feel that within you and feel that you don’t truly need to be anything, go anywhere or posses anything.

Simplify your life down. What weighs you down? Work to resolve those. This can take time, but it starts now. What remains unresolved? What needs attention in your life? Give it your attention. Work to resolve what lingers in you. An old trauma, an old hurt, unworthiness, examine those and go into those. Resolve those. Peel back all those layers of hurt and unworthiness.

Lay down what has complicated your life and you’ll discover simplicity and you’ll discover your happiness again. You’ll discover the happiness that you once had, when you where very small happiness came easy. Life was simple. This is something you can return to.

What you’re looking for in achieving and having things or the perfect life, is already available to you within you. You had it, long ago, life just got complicated unnecessarily. Complicated because you have striven to meet some goal that you believed would make you happy. Lay all of that down. Relax, breathe and soften to what is here for you now. Make it all very simply and remove the layers of complexity and get to you, get to your original state. You need not do anything or achieve anything; just return. Return to this and simply be here. Breathe. Feel. Just be. Happiness will catch up to you. Your original state will meet you there.

I hope this is of some help,