You have to trust that there will be people who won’t abandon you. You have to believe that you are deserving. You have to fight your trigger/patterns by knowing what they are and where they came from. You have to forgive yourself for not knowing any better. Accept your underlying fear of abandonment and powerlessness. Try to take deep breaths when you‘re overwhelmed by your emotions. Do your best to withhold your subconscious need to control. Allow yourself to be in the Now. And trust that you can deal with the outcome, no matter what.
“Don’t be afraid to suffer—take your heaviness / and give it back to the earth’s own weight; / the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Poetry of Rilke; “Sonnets to Orpheus”
sevdaliza !!
the point of relationships of any kind is not for them to last forever. relationships aren’t a “failure” because they ended. it doesn’t mean the love was not enough!!! on the contrary!!!! it means the love was enough for you to know when to let go and set the other person free. it means you’re humble enough to understand when something isn’t working, when it is no longer healthy or functional. there is love in that. there is love in recognizing that the memories will remain and so will the lessons.
BUT, your honor, I googled it twice
yes i talk to myself she has some good points
this is not wasted time. time spent healing and growing and letting yourself feel all the things is never wasted.
Valentine’s day is NOT a day for lovers, couples, or people in relationships. Valentine’s day is exclusively for elementary school students who each buy their entire class cute little cards with cartoon characters on them, messily scrawl their classmates names there as an act of love, and give them a tiny little candy packet.
that is the height of the holiday.
stop believing that you ran out of time to shape yourself into who you want to be! stop believing that its ruined! stop believing you don’t have potential! you are not a fixed being! you have endless opportunities to grow.
looking at old photos of myself thinking not only is that girl dead but i killed her