These past week I have been drafting a post about how I repaired myself in the last one year to be the most emotionally stable version of myself. Ironically enough, before finishing the writing, it hits again. Square one. Not even square one, this time was worse, worst. I am so fed up with myself and I feel really useless, I mean I'm 24, my friends are already having babies, yet I am still caught in this monstrous version of myself.
But then again, I'm getting there, right? In a spur of the moment it is that hard to remember how I should be very gentle and very kind to my own self, how I should always love myself, and the monster wins again. Now I am writing this, fully aware on where I lost it this time, and I hope this will be the last time it happened. As Vania always says, be kind to yourself, it is that simple jun come on. I know I should. I'm not there yet but I'm getting there. And they told me that it only gets better, right?
But then again, I'm getting there, right? In a spur of the moment it is that hard to remember how I should be very gentle and very kind to my own self, how I should always love myself, and the monster wins again. Now I am writing this, fully aware on where I lost it this time, and I hope this will be the last time it happened. As Vania always says, be kind to yourself, it is that simple jun come on. I know I should. I'm not there yet but I'm getting there. And they told me that it only gets better, right?
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