If You Want A Happier Life, You Need To Trust Yourself More

You need to go easier on yourself when you make a mistake, when you say the wrong thing, when you mess up your plans.
You need to go easier on yourself when you make a mistake, when you say the wrong thing, when you mess up your plans.
I hope you fall in love with someone who makes you feel seen for the beautiful person that you are in and out.
In this world of dating, social media, and the art of body language and good conversation, it can be hard to tell if the person you’re talking to actually likes you.
When you know he’s going to break your heart, but you chase him anyway, it’s not because you’re stupid. It’s not because you’re reckless. It’s not because you’re on some self-destructive path where you’re actively trying to break your own heart.
If you only cut them out of your world halfway, if you end up talking to them every time you’re drunk or lonely, then you’re never going to get over them.
They are constantly checking in on their friends and family members, but they rarely take the time to check in with themselves, to ask themselves how they are feeling, to practice self-reflection and self-care.
I am slowly learning how to say no without feeling too bad about it, without being drenched in guilt, without wondering whether people would have liked me more if I had stayed quiet and cooperative.
Consider yourself a movie buff? Well, you’ve come to the right place! Grab some snacks and some friends, and enjoy these printable movie trivia questions.
Pray. Meditate. Go to therapy. Do what works for you to welcome calmness over anxiety at any given opportunity.
I think it’s safe to say COVID-19 has dialed up the anxiety, sent emotions into overdrive and pushed the majority of people “in the grip”.
Even though I crave justice and stability and for things to be set right; I already took care of that myself.
Don’t marry someone who wants to watch the mountains with you, marry someone who wants to hold your hand while you climb them together.
The past few weeks have been surreal, filled with anxiety, disappointments and as someone I respect described it a sense of “anticipatory grief.”