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I’m going to have a good day

I woke up this morning with a justifiable reason not to have a good day. But I’m going to have a good day.

I woke up this morning with a justifiable reason to be frustrated and disheartened. But I’m going to be heartened and hopeful instead.

I don’t know if I always was a “glass half-full” kind of person. I know that I work hard to be one now. I don’t want to ignore or negate the awful things in the world or the challenging aspects of my life, but I do want to choose to see the upside and potential. I’ve learned that a positive outlook literally broadens our peripheral vision and allows us to see more opportunities. Opportunities we might miss if we’re hunkered down in the negative.

I believe (finally) in all my feelings. After years of not having – or at least not admitting or allowing – any sadness or anger, I know how life-affirming it is (for me at least) to admit and allow the full range of my emotions. The “good” and the “bad.”

But, I don’t want to be anchored in the anger or sadness. I no longer want to be mired in or defined by my pain. I want to look for reasons – and create reasons when necessary – to have a good day.

I can notice the sunshine and the leaves blowing in the wind. I can breathe deep and feel my mind and soul ease. I can think of the people I love and the friendship and joy I have in my life.

And I can have a good day.

Have a good day.

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There is hope after…

I want everyone to know that there is hope.

I remember when I felt hopeless. When things felt like too much, and I felt like too little. I remember when my brother came to stay with me one night when I didn’t want to be alone, because I had lost hope. I remember when – all those years ago – there seemed like there would never be a break from my anguish, never be a release of my traumas and terrors. I remember when – just recently – I fell back into my fears and anguish for a bit, and again it seemed like there would never be a way out.

I’m here to say, there is.

There is hope after anguish. There is hope after pain. There is hope after suffering.

There is hope after hitting a bottom. And another bottom. And another bottom.

There is hope after remembering things you wish you didn’t remember and facing things you don’t want to face. There is hope after having a week (or weeks) when you felt like you couldn’t get off the couch. Or you actually couldn’t get off the couch.

There is hope.

I know I haven’t hit the deepest depths possible, or at least I think there are people who unfortunately have had to go even deeper into despair than I ever did. But I’m here to say there is hope after deep, dark depths.

I find hope in the little joys of life. Sunshine. Smiles. Breezes. I find hope in others. Connecting. Reminiscing. Laughing. Dancing. I find hope in reminding myself of how I’ve climbed out before and of how so many people climb out of seemingly bottomless pits.

I don’t pretend to have all the answers. I certainly don’t believe I have anything and everything everyone else needs. I obviously don’t have experiences in all the pain and anguish, or even the deepest, darkest pain and anguish.

I just know that I’ve been graced with a way out of every bottom I’ve hit (or created) and every tragedy or challenge I’ve endured. I just know that humans have an incredible, undeniable ability to adapt and evolve and renew.

And that gives me hope. Endless hope and beautiful hope. That gives me hope that there’s hope after nearly all – if not all – of it.

So, if you need it right now, hang on until you can find hope.

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You are not alone

I was not at my best the other day, and I admitted it to a friend. I’m still learning that it’s okay to admit that to a friend. Or anyone. I still somehow can get stuck with needing to be “strong” and look “strong.” No matter how much I write here that it’s strength to not need to be strong, I can get stuck needing to be strong.

But I admitted my struggle and challenges. I admitted a bit of my fears. You know what my friend did? She offered to go out of her way – way out of her way – to be with me. So that I wouldn’t be alone.

I am not alone. We are not alone. Somehow I forget that. Often.

Another friend reminded me the other day that she has a disease that lies to her in her own voice. I too have a disease that can lie to me in my own voice. It tells me I’m not okay, or that I have to be solo and strong. And somehow, for a little while, I believe it.

And then a friend offers to be with me. To sit with me. To stay with me. To remind me that I don’t have to face anything by myself. I don’t have to be afraid, or at least not afraid alone.

I am not alone. We are not alone. You are not alone.

As human beings we need others, and as human beings we can somehow separate ourselves from others. When there is so much love around and within us. When there is so much beauty and joy and connection to share.

I am so thankful for my friend. Her simple offer to stay with me was such comfort, comfort beyond belief. My heart and soul were touched and soothed.

We are not alone. You are not alone. I am not alone.

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