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I'm Alive


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It has been a rough two weeks, not gonna lie, but I'm alive. I had to take a break and I'm honestly not sure if that break is done? Today was hard. *HARD* But I told myself "Blog. Get back into it or you won't at all."

I wish I could sum up all of the time I have missed in December but I just can't. Nothing detrimental happened but so many little things going wrong plus work stress plus social stress plus working on goals. It just got to be too much.

I will continue to struggle with things for a while is my guess and going into a New Year that is a little disheartening. It is tough to have all of this momentum and then watch it all just leave, mass exodus style. But I am working on it. And that's all I can ask for myself right now.

I'm doing enough.

I believe in my abilities.

And me saying all of this is an act of self compassion which is today's mental health tip and is defined below along with the best website should you wish to know more.

In a world where compassion isn't easily found, where everyone has their own struggle and strife, where things can get chaotic pretty quickly; I am working on having moments to appreciate, validate, and be kind to myself and my own craziness. Because I have to or I will go crazy. That has been my biggest lesson so far this time around in the Blogsphere. I wonder what else I will learn...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uq8Dgcy4MDY for a motivation song by Owl City.


"Self-compassion is extending compassion to one's self in instances of perceived inadequacy, failure, or general suffering. Kristin Neff has defined self-compassion as being composed of three main components – self-kindness, common humanity, and mindfulness."

http://self-compassion.org/category/exercises/#exercises


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