I am a self-proclaimed Wellness Educator who is passionate about mental health. My life experiences have taught me a unique insight to mental health, allowing me to share my experiences with others in hopes of promoting healing.
Houseplants add so much to a home. They have the ability to filter the air, they are aesthetically pleasing and can sit regally on a shelf or hang from the ceiling. They illicit peace and calm, in my humble opinion. There are many varieties, accommodating all lighting and spacial situations. You can find bushy plants, trailing vines or literal miniature trees. The possibilities are vast!
When I first heard about setting boundaries, I had no concept of what it meant. I was a curious kitty, and tried to dig up what a boundary means. Frankly, in doing my research, I didn't like what I read or how it made me feel. I realized I had been allowing my own boundaries to be crossed for years. I felt violated. I felt a sense of guilt, as though my allowing the breaking of boundaries was my fault, and I didn't deserve to feel sad or violated. I felt resentful. I also felt dumb for not knowing what a boundary was. Shouldn’t I have learned this somewhere? The process of boundaries seemed too hard to understand and implement. I was too timid to tell other people what I needed. I wasn’t bold, which I thought was a requirement in order to set a boundary.
I adore the Harry Potter series. I first read all the books as a youngster and was excited when the movies came out. Many of the movies fell short, leaving out key content; however, after years of therapy, I finally came to terms that I can tolerate the movies. Any good bookworm will tell you the book beats the movie every single time, so my feelings weren’t misplaced. But I have grown quite fond of Harry Potter movie marathons. Hard to top that! Well, maybe marathons of the LOTR trilogy and Star Wars.. #nerdforlife #noshameinmynerdgame.
The ghastly figure skitters around in plain sight, its haunting melody hoping to take me in the night. I see the beast lurking and won’t give in.
Do you genuinely love yourself? As in, look at your body and love what you see? Do you believe in yourself and have the confidence of an eagle? Do you know that you have flaws, but still accept how utterly incredible you are? I truly hope that you answered a resounding yes to all these questions! But it is also totally okay if you hesitated at answering them or blatantly said no to some or even all of them. Even if you triumphantly believe all of them to be true, chances are likely that, at some point in your life, maybe you didn’t believe in yourself or love yourself. Oftentimes we must experience the dark before we appreciate the light.