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Just a reminder: Your bad days only hold as much weight as your good days. By the same token, your good days hold just as much weight as your bad days. Neither one defines you as more or less of a musician. The fact that you had a bad day does NOT make you a bad musician.

I know he cant love me back, but I love him so much.

Low Vibration Days Are Okay

Low Vibration Days Are Okay

When you think hear the words “spiritual awakening”, what’s the first thing that comes to mind? For me, it’s this vision of someone who looks a lot like me wearing white, sitting in some sort of meditative state under the sun with a big ol’ smile on my face. Someone who has it all together and there are no gray skies on the horizon. The reality is, I am still spirituality awakening and I STILL…

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reach out! Try! try! try again! love. share your life with others. adopt love as a state of being- that requires no reciprocation . make mistakes, be embarrassed, burn bridges! but also create. create relationships. express your love to people. create happiness. love others. experience love. it’s okay to love I would say. It’s also our choice !

IN THE BAD DAYS

I am writing to you
                                 from deep in the bad days,hoping you will hear me
                                          wherever you are,far away    in a better time —
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In a better time,
                         hoping you will hear me,
far away,
               wherever you are:
I came upon a heron
                                  late at night,deep in these bad days.

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Late tonight,
                           deep in our bad days,
he plucked a frog from the waterfilled ditch.
His eye
              was black glass. I am writing
to you,
              wherever you are

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late in my bad days.
                                 The frog’s neck
was broken,
                    so its legs dangled.
The heron eyed me
                                 blackly
from the wet ditch.
                                 I am writing to you

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from deep in the black days.
                                              The dead
dangled.
                 I watched from the sidewalk.
The heron’s glass eye
                                    eyed me
in the streetlight’s glare.
                                      Wherever you are

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in a better time:
people were dying.
                                I am writing to tell you
people are dying.
                              Remember that
while you tie your shoes
to go for your walk
                               through the song-filled
night,
            through the beautiful night
of another time.

KEVIN PRUFER

Sometimes, we look at ourselves and we don’t like what we see. Maybe it’s because you think you don’t like like you should. Maybe you try think you’re not pretty. Too hairy, or too shaved. Not thin enough, not fat enough. With breasts too big or too small. Or maybe you don’t like a little thing, like the size of your nose, or the way your teeth show when you smile. Maybe you don’t like your body because it’s a “male” body (even if you know that it’s not). Maybe you simply don’t like who you are.

But I’m pretty sure you’re not the one thinking this things at the first place, right?

Probably, someone told you this, at some point. They probably said it sound like it was true.

I know how it’s like. Most of us know.

There’s a chance that you don’t even remember when or who said it, but the words still somewhere in your head. And sometimes, they show up, and these are bad days.

You could be in a bad day because you’re going through some hard shit on your life, or because you woke up feeling like shit with no apparent reason.

But let me tell you something

You’re pretty.

You’re not useless.

You can soft, strong, quiet, loud, tall, short, big, small, have colorful hair, use glasses, don’t shave very often (or at all). You can have have disabilities. You can be anything, or just don’t, there’s nothing wrong with it.

Repeat with me:

There’s no wrong or right way of being yourself.

Intrusive thoughts are intrusive,and they’re totally not your fault.

Try to love yourself, dear, cause the bad days pass.

But please don’t try to hide your feelings and pretend they’re not there. If you can’t handle with something, ask for help. Send us a message. Send me a message, if you want. @glitter–stuff is my main.

If you can’t handle the bad things alone, then you don’t have to do it. Please, take care.

With lots of love,

mod Chris

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Ask yourself:

1. Is this something I should take seriously and try to put right; is it something that is worth working on, and investing more energy on?

2. How much is my fault? Is it something I can change further down the road?

3. How much is outside my control; will anything I do really alter the situation or make a lasting difference?

5. Have I done everything I possibly can? Have I tried and exhausted all possible options?

6. Is it something I should put behind me, and decide to walk away from?

7. Who else has gone through a similar experience, or had this happen to them? Who can I talk to who will understand, and give me valuable help and advice?

8. What can I learn from this experience?

9. How can I build myself up again, so I have the needed strength to go forward in my life?

10. What small steps can I take to enhance my self-esteem?

don’t let go : miles carter

“When things are bad, give yourself a point for everything.”

Stevie Bell, The Vanishing Stair

Why does every day feel like a fight to survive? “If I can just make it one more day everything will get better.” Over and over again, it’s a never ending cycle of longing to die but trying to live. I’m tired of it now. I just want to turn off my brain to end the pain.

Some days are good and some days are bad, but not a day goes by where I don’t think about you.

The anxiety has its hands wrapped around my throat, I can’t breathe. Get me fucking out of this hell hole I call my mind.