I love my ability to stay strong in the face of much family drama. I do not allow it to steal my happiness in other things. I am extremely trustworthy and loyal. I LOVE to learn. I am an excellent big sister and I am striving for excellence as a mother. I love that I am learning to be kinder to myself physically and, more importantly, mentally.
I’ve been journaling since I was 15. It’s a wonder that I’ve managed to be a successful human being considering how pathetic I appeared in many of my daily musings. It’s a testment to growth and grace that I’ve come this far.
I have looked back over older blog posts and marveled at how sad, tired, depressed I sounded. I can admit that I have been embarrassed to share my blog with people I know for that reason. I still struggle greatly with worrying about what people think of me. Let me clarify, I don’t want my feelings criticized or minimized.
I know I should not feel ashamed of who I was at the moment that I wrote those posts. I feel grateful for the notes to myself in my 365 photos that remind me exactly what happended and how I felt on those days. I am even grateful for the sad blog posts because they show how far I have came AND how much farther I have to go.