Sometimes my mind will tell me that I’m a failure, that I’m not good enough because as I look around, people my age are building success on their own. It’s that insecurity and self-doubt that’s eating me up. And I know I have to take that away or I will never see the best things I have done for myself.
What I’m thankful about is having friends who I can confide anytime of the day. They are there to knock some senses in my brain, to let me know that I don’t have to compare myself to other people, that I am the definition of my own self.
It can be hard, of course. But there’s nothing wrong with trying, right?
If you have your own story that you would like to share, or at least in need of someone to talk to, maybe I can be that person (?). Let’s share each other’s stories about anything. Let’s cry together and be better together. Just leave me an e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org and/or email@example.com
Also sharing my playlist on spotify called Barefeet for good vibes. Look it up and follow it if you like.