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“Closing Chapters, Opening Doors: A Journal for Exploring the End of Friendships”

Friendships are like chapters in the book of our lives, each one contributing to our personal growth and experiences. But what happens when one of those chapters comes to an end? How do we cope with the complex emotions and thoughts that arise when a cherished friendship fades away? It’s a process that many of us have faced, and it can be challenging to navigate. That’s why I’m excited to announce the upcoming release of a guided journal, “Closing Chapters, Opening Doors,” designed to help you reflect on all aspects of a friendship, from beginning to end. This journal will be available on Amazon starting October 1st, 2023.

Why “Closing Chapters, Opening Doors”?

Friendship breakups, while often overlooked, can be just as emotionally challenging as the end of a romantic relationship. These closures leave behind a tapestry of shared memories and emotions that require processing. “Closing Chapters, Opening Doors” is designed to be your companion in this journey of reflection, healing, and personal growth.

What You’ll Find Inside

This guided journal is a carefully crafted tool that provides you with prompts, exercises, and space to explore all aspects of your friendship, from its inception to its end. Here’s a glimpse of what you can expect:

**1. *Reflecting on Beginnings:* This section invites you to revisit the early days of your friendship, from the first meeting to the moments that made you feel connected.

**2. *Understanding the Shifts:* Here, you’ll delve into the changes and shifts that occurred in your friendship over time, identifying key turning points.

**3. *Processing the Ending:* This part helps you navigate the emotions that arise when a friendship comes to a close, from grief and anger to acceptance and forgiveness.

**4. *Learning and Growth:* Use these prompts to reflect on the lessons you’ve gained from the friendship and how you’ve evolved as a person.

**5. *Opening New Doors:* Finally, you’ll explore your hopes and intentions for the future, envisioning the friendships you want to cultivate moving forward.

How “Closing Chapters, Opening Doors” Can Help

  1. Clarity: Writing down your thoughts and feelings can bring clarity to a complex situation, helping you make sense of your emotions and experiences.
  2. Emotional Release: Journaling provides a safe space to express your feelings, allowing you to release pent-up emotions and reduce stress.
  3. Self-Discovery: Through reflection, you can gain a deeper understanding of yourself, your needs, and your boundaries in friendships.
  4. Closure: Writing a farewell letter or message to your former friend, even if you don’t send it, can provide a sense of closure and peace.
  5. Goal Setting: By envisioning your future friendships, you can set intentions and goals for the kind of connections you want to nurture.

The end of a friendship can be a challenging and transformative experience. “Closing Chapters, Opening Doors” is here to support you on this journey, offering guidance, reflection, and a safe space to explore your emotions. Remember that healing is a personal process, and this guided journal is a tool to help you along the way. Embrace the opportunity to reflect, heal, and open new doors to the future.

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Inkrement #34 – Reclaiming Your Life: Overcoming the Shadows of Someone Else’s Choices

Life, they say, is a tapestry woven with countless threads of experiences, people, and decisions. But what happens when someone else’s choices cast a shadow over our own path? It’s a question many of us grapple with at some point, as we navigate the intricate web of relationships, circumstances, and unforeseen events that make up our journey. Let me tell you, despite what society often insists, forgiveness isn’t the sole key to moving forward.

Life’s twists and turns are often beyond our control, and some of the most challenging obstacles we face are the result of choices made by others. These choices can leave us feeling trapped, angry, and even shattered. They can alter the trajectory of our lives in ways we never anticipated, casting a heavy cloud over our hopes and dreams.

For me, the realization came in the form of shattered trust and a heartache that seemed insurmountable. Maybe for you, it was a broken promise, a betrayal, or the consequences of someone else’s reckless decisions. In these moments, the pain can be blinding, making it difficult to see a way forward.

As we stand in the shadow of another’s choices, it’s natural to feel anger, resentment, and a sense of injustice. These emotions are valid, and it’s crucial to give ourselves permission to feel them. Acknowledging our pain is the first step toward reclaiming our lives. We must allow ourselves the space to grieve for what was lost and to confront the reality of the situation.

But what comes next? How do we find the strength to navigate through the darkness that someone else’s choices have cast upon our lives?

Society often paints forgiveness as the ultimate panacea, as if it’s the only way to free ourselves from the clutches of pain. This is my unpopular opinion, but forgiveness however liberating it might be for some, is not a universal requirement for healing. However, let me be clear: forgiveness is a personal journey. It’s a choice that’s yours alone to make, and it doesn’t always have to be the first step toward healing. It’s okay if you’re not ready, or if you realize that forgiving doesn’t equate to forgetting.

In the aftermath of the choices made by those I held closest to my heart, the struggle to maintain my sense of self-worth has been an ongoing battle. There’s a weight that lingers, a sensation of being pushed to the margins of my own life, as if their actions had rewritten the script without my consent. It’s almost as if I’ve been cast as a supporting character in the story of my own existence.

At times, the narrative plays out like a cruel paradox. These were the very people I entrusted with my vulnerabilities, my dreams, and my future. Yet, their choices, ones that I had no control over, suddenly became the defining chapters of my life. The script was flipped, and I found myself grappling with the overwhelming feeling of insignificance in the midst of my own story.

The impact of such realizations is profound. It’s a unique kind of heartache, one that seeps into the core of who you are. It’s natural to question the essence of your own identity when the canvas of your life is painted with strokes you didn’t wield. The narrative becomes a tangled mess, leaving you untangling threads in an attempt to regain a semblance of clarity.

In these moments of vulnerability, it’s crucial to remember a fundamental truth: you are not a supporting character in your life; you are the protagonist. The pen is in your hand, and it’s within your power to shape the chapters that follow. Reclaiming your life doesn’t mean erasing the pain or pretending that the past never happened. It means asserting your agency over the narrative, crafting your responses to the challenges life throws at you.

It’s easy to allow their choices to overshadow your own, to let their actions dictate the course of your future. But it’s essential to realize that their choices, while they might have altered the trajectory, do not determine your entire journey. They are chapters, not the entirety of the book. Reclaiming your life is a process of reclamation. It’s about acknowledging the pain, the anger, and the confusion that their choices have brought, but then taking a bold step forward. It’s a declaration that their decisions will not define your worth, your potential, or your ability to create anew.

With every step you take, every decision you make, you rewrite the narrative. You shift the spotlight back onto yourself, where it belongs. You infuse the story with your resilience, your growth, and your unyielding spirit. As you take back control, you send a powerful message to yourself and the world: you are not a bystander in the tale of your life. You are the author, the protagonist, and the hero.

And so, as I stand at this crossroads, I remind myself that I am not a spectator in my own existence. Their choices may have cast shadows, but those shadows do not define me. With each word I write, each decision I make, and each moment of self-compassion I embrace, I reclaim my rightful place as the central figure in my own story. The journey is ongoing, but the pen is mine, and I am determined to script a narrative that resonates with my own strength, resilience, and authenticity.

I’ve also come to learn that one of the most empowering things we can do in the face of someone else’s choices is to establish boundaries. Boundaries are our armor, our shield against further harm. They communicate to the world and to us what we will and will not tolerate. Boundaries aren’t walls; they’re bridges to healthier relationships and a more balanced life. They empower us to prioritize our well-being, reminding us that we are worthy of respect, kindness, and consideration.

Moving forward doesn’t mean erasing the pain or pretending it never happened. It’s about embracing the scars as a testament to our resilience. It’s about using the lessons we’ve learned to forge a new path, one that’s guided by our values and aspirations, rather than the shadows of someone else’s choices.

This journey is deeply personal, and there’s no one-size-fits-all roadmap. It’s okay to seek help along the way. Whether through therapy, support groups, or confiding in trusted friends, reaching out is a sign of strength, not weakness. In the end, it’s our resilience that will carry us forward. Resilience is the ability to bounce back from adversity, to rise above the challenges and emerge stronger. It’s not about pretending to be unaffected; it’s about acknowledging our pain and continuing despite it.

As I keep telling myself, you are not defined by what others have done or by the shadows they’ve cast. You are defined by your courage, your strength, and your ability to reclaim your life. As we navigate the aftermath of someone else’s choices, let’s be kind to ourselves. Let’s allow ourselves to feel the pain, anger, and frustration, but let’s also recognize that we have the power to transcend these emotions. Instead of blindly adhering to societal expectations, let’s embrace acceptance and boundaries as our guiding lights on the path to reclaiming our lives.

Moving forward doesn’t mean forgetting; it means moving forward despite the memories. It’s about finding the strength within us to create a future that’s free from the shadows that once held us captive. So, let’s honor our pain, celebrate our growth, and remember that true empowerment lies not in forgiveness, but in the resilience to rise above and reclaim our lives.

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Inkrement #32: How a Concert Became a Turning Point in Healing

Last night, I had an experience that I will cherish forever. Yet, it was tinged with a hint of bitterness that left a lingering ache in my heart. You see, I had the incredible opportunity to attend a concert by Sam Smith, one of my all-time favorite singers. The energy, the music, and the crowd made it an unforgettable night, and for a moment, I was immersed in pure joy. However, this bittersweet experience was overshadowed by the fact that I was supposed to share this night with someone who was once my closest companion – my now former best friend.

Months ago, we were excitedly planning to go to this concert together because we both have adored Sam Smith and their music for years. But before our plans could be made into reality, I discovered an unimaginable truth about her – she had betrayed me in a way I never thought possible. Accepting the revelation of her true identity has been an arduous journey, one filled with heartache, disbelief, and confusion.

As the concert began, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, I was immersed in the mesmerizing voice of Sam Smith, feeling every note deep within my soul. But on the other hand, my heart was heavy with the knowledge that the person I was supposed to share this magical moment with was no longer by my side. When you think you know someone inside out, it shatters you to realize that they were never who you believed they were. Our friendship seemed unbreakable, but beneath the surface lay a deception that had been meticulously hidden for years. The revelation hit me like a freight train, leaving me struggling to comprehend how someone I loved so dearly could have done something so trifling and unforgivable. How could someone I cared for and trusted with my life deceive me in such a cruel way? It’s a question that has been haunting ever since that moment of truth.

Coping with this betrayal has been one of the most challenging experiences of my life. Emotions have swung from anger to sadness and everything in between. Trust, once given so freely, has become a fragile concept, and it’s hard to open up to new friendships without being haunted by the past. You know, when you care deeply about someone, you want to believe the best in them. It’s hard to imagine that they could willingly lie to you for years without a hint of remorse. But life has its share of surprises, and not all of them are the good kind.

In the aftermath of this revelation, I grappled with conflicting feelings. There were moments when I wanted to confront her to demand an explanation and accountability, but I feared what I might hear. The truth can be a double-edged sword, and sometimes, ignorance seems like a safer place to dwell. Nevertheless, I knew deep down that facing the truth was the only way to heal and move forward.

The bitterness of this experience was exacerbated when she responded with deflection and gaslighting. Instead of acknowledging her actions, she manipulated the narrative to portray herself as the victim. It was a twist of the knife she had already stuck in my back – the person who hurt me the most was unwilling to take responsibility for her actions. It felt like a punch in the gut, questioning my own sense of reality and making me doubt my instincts. As painful as it’s been to let go of a friendship, especially one that meant so much to me, I knew I had to prioritize my well-being. I couldn’t allow myself to be stuck in a toxic dynamic where my feelings and trust were taken for granted.

In times like this, I’ve found solace in music, just like last night at the concert. Music has always been my escape, but lately, it’s become my refuge. A space where I can process my emotions and find a glimmer of hope amid the darkness. Lyrics have a way of resonating with the deepest parts of our souls, and Sam Smith’s captivating voice seemed to speak directly to my pain. As I stood there amidst the pulsating music and the vibrant energy of the crowd at the concert, something magical happened. In that very moment, it was as if the weight of my recent struggles and heartache started to lift, and a feeling of peace enveloped me like a warm embrace. It was brief, but for the first time in months, all was well in the world.

Among the sea of faces surrounding me, I found a sense of unity. Strangers, linked by a shared love for Sam’s music, came together, finding enjoyment in the melodies that connected us beyond words. In that space, there was no judgment or past betrayals. Only a collective appreciation for the beauty of music and the vulnerability it evokes in us all. It reminded me that life moves on, and there will be moments of joy and happiness ahead, even after the darkest times.

It hasn’t been easy, but I’ve found strength in allowing myself to grieve the loss of a once cherished friendship. I’ve surrounded myself with the support of other friends and loved ones who truly care about my well-being. Those who have stood by me through thick and thin. They provided unwavering support, reminding me that I am not defined by the actions of others and that healing takes time. Their love and understanding have been helping me mend the fragments of my broken heart.

One of the hardest aspects of this journey has been learning to forgive myself for the misplaced trust and vulnerability I had shown. It’s natural to blame oneself, wondering how you missed the signs or allowed yourself to be deceived. But self-compassion is crucial during these times, understanding that we are all human and susceptible to manipulation.

As I write this, I am still on the path of healing, and that’s okay. Some wounds take longer to mend than others, but I believe that I will emerge stronger, more resilient, and with a clearer sense of who I want to share my life with. The bitter taste of this experience will gradually fade, making room for the sweet moments that life has to offer.

To anyone going through a similar revelation, remember that you are not alone. There is strength in vulnerability and immense power in accepting the truth, even if it’s painful. During this journey, you might also encounter gaslighting and deflection from your former friend, just like I did. It can be extremely frustrating and hurtful, but remember that their actions are a reflection of their own insecurities and guilt. Surround yourself with supportive friends and family who will listen without judgment and provide the emotional support you need. Surround yourself with those who genuinely care for you and seek professional support if needed. Above all, have faith that healing is possible, and there will be brighter days ahead.

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Inkrement #30 Let’s Drop The Act: The Pressure to Pretend We’re Always Okay

You know that robotic routine we put on when people ask us how we’re doing? We plaster on a smile and mutter those empty words, “I’m good! I’m doing okay.” But what if I told you that beneath that surface-level “okay” lies a deeper truth? So, let’s strip away the mask and unmask the stigma of superficial healing.

Life can be a real shit-show, like an ongoing series of unfortunate events. We face all kinds of challenges, whether it’s heartbreak, loss, or just the constant onslaught of existence. But there’s this weird expectation that we’re supposed to be okay all the time, like nothing fazes us. Society has this strange way of conditioning us to believe that we should always be radiating rainbows and butterflies, as if life were a perpetual sunshine-filled picnic. There’s an unspoken expectation that if we’re not constantly exuding positivity and joy, something must be fundamentally wrong with us.

This conditioning starts early on, seeping into our minds through various channels—the media, social norms, and even the well-intentioned advice from those around us. We begin to internalize the idea that our emotions should be neatly packaged, and any sign of vulnerability or struggle is a sign of weakness.So, what do we do? We put on this grand performance, like skilled actors on a stage, where the role we play is that of someone who has it all together. We convince ourselves that everything is just peachy, even when deep down, we might be crumbling under the weight of our own pain and struggles.

We wear a mask, a facade carefully crafted to hide the truth of our inner turmoil. We paint a smile on our faces and utter those well-rehearsed lines, “I’m fine,” “Everything is great,” or “I’ve got it all under control.” We fear the judgment, the rejection, and the discomfort that may arise if we were to reveal our true selves. But honestly, this performance is exhausting. It takes a toll on our mental and emotional well-being. It places immense pressure on our shoulders, as we strive to meet the impossible expectations set by society. We become trapped in a cycle of pretending, denying ourselves the opportunity for genuine healing and connection.

Deep down, we yearn for someone to see through the charade, to reach out a hand and say, “It’s okay not to be okay.” We crave authenticity, understanding, and acceptance. We long for spaces where we can drop the act, let our guard down, and share our vulnerabilities without fear of judgment or ridicule. But breaking free from this conditioning is no easy task. It requires unlearning the harmful beliefs that have been ingrained within us. It takes courage to acknowledge our struggles, to admit that we’re not always okay, and to embrace the messy, imperfect nature of our lives.

Healing isn’t a linear journey. It’s not a magical switch we can flick and suddenly be okay. Yet, society often tells us that once we’ve dealt with a problem or moved past a difficult time, we should be magically healed, ready to conquer the world. But guess what? Life isn’t a fairy tale, and we’re not flawless superheroes. Healing takes time. It’s messy, nonlinear, and downright confusing. We need to unmask this illusion that superficial healing is the norm, that it’s the only acceptable way to bounce back from life’s trials.

Behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, the toll of superficial healing reveals itself. We might plaster on that smile, make it seem like we’ve got it all figured out, but in reality, we’re crumbling inside. We’re wrestling with emotions, wounds, and scars that nobody sees. The stigma of superficial healing tells us that our struggles aren’t valid unless they’re visible. But let me tell you that our pain is valid, whether or not it’s visible to the naked eye. The battles we fight within ourselves are just as real, just as deserving of acknowledgment and compassion.

It’s time to shake off the chains of conformity and embrace authenticity. We need to create spaces where we can shed the illusion of okay and be honest about our struggles. It’s in these spaces that we find solace, support, and the understanding that we’re not alone in our journey. Instead of pretending to be okay, let’s have the courage to say, “I’m not okay, and that’s okay.” Let’s encourage vulnerability, understanding that it’s through our cracks that the light can shine through. When we unmask the truth, we create an environment where genuine healing can take place.

In a world obsessed with appearances and quick fixes, society often mistakenly equates success with superficial healing. We’re taught that if we can put on a brave face, keep up the facade of being “fine,” and resume our daily routines without skipping a beat, we are considered successful. But let me tell you, this couldn’t be further from the truth.

True success cannot be measured by how well we can hide our pain or bury our emotions beneath a mask of false positivity. It goes beyond the surface-level recovery and dives deep into the essence of resilience and growth. It’s about finding strength, even in the darkest corners of our existence.

When we buy into the notion that success is solely about superficial healing, we undermine the complexity of the human experience. We disregard the inner battles that many of us face—the scars, both visible and invisible, that remind us of our trials. It’s as if society expects us to sweep our pain under the rug, pretend it never happened, and move on as if it never left a mark.

Let’s rewrite the narrative. Success is not about the absence of struggle, but rather the strength to face it head-on. It’s about honoring our unique healing journeys, even if they don’t fit society’s cookie-cutter definition of “okay.”

To unmask the stigma of superficial healing, we need to create spaces where authenticity is valued, where vulnerability is met with compassion. Let’s be the catalysts for change. We can start by listening without judgment, by offering a hand without expecting anything in return. Let’s acknowledge that healing is messy, and it’s okay to not have it all figured out. Through genuine connection and understanding, we can break down the walls of superficiality and build a foundation of true healing.

Let’s shed the illusion of okay and unmask the stigma of superficial healing. Let’s embrace authenticity, redefine success, and create spaces where genuine healing can thrive. Remember, it’s okay to not be okay. Your struggles are valid, even if they’re hidden beneath the surface. So let’s walk this messy, beautiful journey together, supporting one another as we unravel the layers of our healing and embrace the truth.

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Inkrement #29: Recognizing That You Did Not Deserve What Happened

Life can be a real bitch at times, throwing curveballs our way when we least expect it. And in those moments, society often tells us that we must have brought it upon ourselves or that there’s some grand life lesson we needed to learn. Well, guess what? That’s a load of nonsense! We need to break free from this toxic mindset and embrace our worth, regardless of the cards we’ve been dealt.

First things first, let’s debunk the myth that somehow we deserved the bad things that happened to us. It’s easy to fall into the trap of self-blame, especially when society reinforces the idea that our experiences are a direct result of our actions or character flaws. But let me tell you, that’s just a cruel trick our minds play on us. I’ve learned that acknowledging our worth is not an easy task. Society has a knack for placing blame and judgment on victims, making them question their own value and sense of deservingness. It’s almost as if there’s an unwritten rule that says if something terrible happens to us, we must have somehow brought it upon ourselves.

Bad things happen in life, and often they are entirely beyond our control. It’s really important to understand that our worth as individuals is not determined by the pain we’ve endured or the unfortunate circumstances we’ve faced. We are not defined by the external forces that have affected us. Our worth lies within us, in our resilience, compassion, and the unique light that shines from within.

When we find ourselves caught in the aftermath of trauma or unfortunate circumstances, it’s natural to question ourselves. We dissect our actions, choices, and even our very being. We wonder if we somehow invited the pain and anguish into our lives. But here’s the truth: we are not responsible for the actions of others.

It took me quite some time to realize this. I used to blame myself for the hurtful words thrown my way, internalizing each insult as if it were a reflection of my own inadequacy. I let people gaslight me into thinking that I was responsible for the shitty things that they did to me and that I was wrong to be upset about it. But gradually, I learned that the problem did not reside within me; it resided within those who sought to inflict harm. You are not defined by the hardships you’ve endured. You are not diminished by the pain that has crossed your path. And most importantly, you did not deserve what happened to you.

Recognizing that we did not deserve what happened is a bold and necessary step toward healing. It doesn’t mean we’re weak or incapable; it means we’re strong enough to confront the truth and release the burden of self-blame. It means acknowledging that our worth is not tied to the unfairness we’ve experienced. Whether it was a toxic relationship, abuse, or any form of mistreatment, it is vital to understand that you did not deserve to be a target. No matter what happened, it is not a reflection of your value as a person.

Now, let’s address another common misconception: the idea that enduring hardships makes us stronger. Society loves to perpetuate this idea, as if every negative experience is a secret ingredient for personal growth. But let me be blunt—trauma and pain don’t automatically make us stronger. They simply reveal our innate strength and resilience that was there all along.

In this world, we often look for meaning in our pain. We search for silver linings or life lessons, hoping that they will make our suffering worthwhile. But sometimes, there is no grand lesson to be learned. Sometimes, shit just happens. Bad things happen for no reason at all. And that’s okay. Life doesn’t operate on a merit system. Bad things happen to good people, and it’s essential to break free from the chains of self-blame and guilt. You did not deserve the trauma, the abuse, or the heartbreak that wounded you. It was not your fault.

Recognizing that we did not deserve what happened is not a statement of weakness or self-pity; rather, it’s an act of self-compassion and empowerment. Your worth is not contingent upon the bullshit you’ve faced or the lessons you’ve learned. Personal growth stems from various sources, not solely from the depths of our suffering. It comes from self-reflection, cultivating healthy relationships, pursuing our passions, and nurturing our mental and emotional well-being. It’s about the choices we make in response to adversity, rather than the adversity itself.

So how do we go about embracing our worth and freeing ourselves from the shackles of undeserved blame? It starts with self-compassion, my friends. We need to treat ourselves with kindness, empathy, and understanding. We must grant ourselves permission to heal and grow without the weight of guilt dragging us down.

Surrounding ourselves with a supportive network is also crucial on this journey. Connecting with others who validate our experiences, empathize with our pain, and champion our worth can be transformative. Remember, we don’t have to face this alone. Together, we can create a safe space where our voices are heard and our worth is celebrated.

Moreover, it’s vital to challenge societal norms and expectations. We must defy the narratives that seek to minimize our worth or assign blame where it doesn’t belong. By embracing our worth, we become catalysts for change, dismantling the harmful beliefs that perpetuate our self-doubt and embracing a more compassionate and empowering perspective.

Lastly, let’s not forget the power of self-expression. Our experiences, both positive and negative, shape who we are. Through writing, art, or any other creative outlet, we can reclaim our narratives and redefine our worth on our own terms. We can find solace in sharing our stories and discovering that we are not alone in our journey.

Remember, you are worthy, regardless of what life has thrown your way. Embrace your worth, acknowledge that you did not deserve what happened, and take charge of your healing journey. Break free from the shackles of self-blame and let your true light shine. Together, we can create a world where everyone recognizes their inherent worth, free from the burden of undeserved guilt.

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Inkrement #28: Redefining Strength Beyond the ‘What Doesn’t Kill You’ Mentality

In a world that constantly demands us to be unbreakable, we often think that strength comes from enduring hard times. They have fed us stories that suggest pain and suffering are prerequisites for strength, and while it may sound poetic, it can also be damaging. It dismisses the complexity of our experiences, as if they solely measured our worth by how much bullshit we can endure.

It may sound epic and inspiring, this notion that what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. But let’s pause for a moment and look deeper into its implications. That strength can only emerge from the crucible of suffering oversimplifies the human experience. It implies that those who have not faced extreme hardships are lacking in strength or resilience. This narrow perspective cannot consider the multitude of challenges and struggles we face daily. It discounts the inner conflicts, emotional distress, and brave moments that may not fit into a triumphant tale.

When we accept pain and suffering as prerequisites for strength, we inadvertently create a hierarchy of worthiness. We imply that those who have experienced great hardships are more deserving of respect and admiration. This mindset disregards the value of each person’s journey and sustains a damaging cycle that ignores hardships faced by some.

They should not solely define strength by one’s ability to withstand adversity. It is so much more than that. Resilience gives us strength to overcome failure. Courage helps us face our fears. Determination keeps us pursuing our dreams. Embracing vulnerability and our emotions is a source of strength.

The damaging aspect of the ‘pain equals strength’ narrative lies in its potential to encourage a cycle of suffering. It puts people under pressure to go through struggles and bullshit without asking for help or recognizing their boundaries. The narrative encourages people to view vulnerability as a flaw and to consider asking for help as a sign of weakness, which leads to a culture of suffering. This harmful paradigm can lead to isolation, further exacerbating the pain and hindering the healing process.

The claim that what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger also minimizes the gravity of the trauma and wrongdoings that people endure. It suggests that every challenge we face is justified or necessary for our personal growth. Like it’s the only way that we can learn lessons in life. This could be very harmful as it dismisses the pain and suffering we may have undergone, insinuating that it was required or needed for our progress.

In reality, trauma and wrongdoings are not catalysts for strength; they are unfortunate circumstances that can leave deep emotional scars. Each person’s journey is unique, and it is imperative to recognize that our responses to trauma can vary. It is not a weakness to acknowledge the impact that these experiences have had on our lives.

Seeking support, whether it be from friends, family, or professionals, is a crucial step in the healing process. The pressure to stay strong can lead to emotional suppression and a lack of healing. Believing that strength only comes from suffering reduces the importance of self-care and self-compassion. We deny ourselves and others the space to grieve, to process our emotions, and to heal at our own pace.

It is important to remember that true strength lies in our ability to recognize our limits and seek help when necessary. It takes courage to reach out, to admit that you need help. In doing so, we create a support system that can help us navigate the challenges we face. We can foster a culture of vulnerability and healing by rejecting the “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” attitude. We can create a safe space where seeking help is an act of strength rather than weakness. Embrace empathy, understanding, and compassion. Allow healing, growth, and strength.

Strength manifests itself in various forms. We can find it in the quiet moments of self-reflection, as we summon the courage to face our inner demons and heal wounds that others may never see. Reaching out for help takes strength and resilience. Vulnerability is a sign of authenticity and trust.

True resilience goes beyond merely surviving; it encompasses our ability to adapt, grow, and find meaning in the face of adversity. It’s about acknowledging the moments when we stumble and recognizing the strength it takes to get back up. Resilience is not a one-size-fits-all concept; it varies from person to person, and it’s in embracing our individual paths that we discover the true depth of our strength.

In our quest for resilience, we often forget the importance of self-compassion. Berating ourselves for perceived weaknesses or failures won’t lead to strength. It’s okay to stumble, to experience setbacks, and to feel overwhelmed. True resilience requires us to extend the same compassion and understanding to ourselves that we offer to others. Embracing our imperfections and treating ourselves with kindness allows us to heal, grow, and thrive.

Life is an ever-changing journey filled with difficulties, triumphs, and defeats. Resilience is not about standing tall and unmoving against the gales of adversity; it’s about embracing the ebb and flow, the constant evolution. It’s about acknowledging that setbacks and failures are not signs of weakness, but opportunities for growth. Resilience lies in our ability to adapt, learn, and persist, even when the path ahead seems uncertain.

Each of us carries a unique narrative shaped by our experiences, triumphs, and tribulations. It’s crucial to honor and give voice to our stories, allowing them to be heard and seen without judgment. Sharing our stories promotes healing and understanding. Let us challenge societal expectations that diminish the significance of our struggles. Let’s redefine strength beyond simplistic notions of resilience.

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Inkrement #26 Positive Thinking During Difficult Times

When the universe decides to make us the butt of a joke or steer us into shitty situations, it’s so easy to get trapped in a whirlwind of negativity. Believe me; I’ve been there more times than I care to admit. But what if I told you that there’s a way to find a glimmer of light even in the darkest of tunnels? Yes, it’s called positive thinking, and it’s like wielding a magic wand against the forces of pessimism.

First things first, let’s acknowledge that positive thinking doesn’t mean ignoring reality or pushing the toxic positivity nonsense. It’s more about shifting our perspective and finding nuggets of goodness in the chaos. It’s like wearing rose-tinted glasses without being a clueless fool.

One of the most powerful tools in your positive thinking arsenal is gratitude. When everything seems to be crumbling around you, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Notice that comforting cup of coffee in the morning, the sound of rain tapping on the window, or the warmth of a fuzzy blanket. Gratitude is like a secret weapon against negativity, and it’s always within reach.

Next up, let’s talk about reframing. Not like framing a picture for your gallery of misery, but rather looking at a situation from a different angle. Think of reframing as a mental exercise that helps you challenge your default perception. It’s like squinting your eyes to blur the lines of a picture and discovering a different image altogether. When faced with a setback or a difficult situation, taking a step back and squinting your eyes metaphorically means distancing yourself from the immediate emotional impact. It’s about creating space for reflection and allowing yourself to see beyond the initial pain or disappointment.

Once you’ve created that mental space, it’s time to search for the silver lining. Maybe that terrible job loss was a blessing in disguise, nudging you toward a path you were too afraid to explore. Perhaps it provided the perfect opportunity for that exciting career change you’ve always dreamed of but never had the courage to pursue. By reframing the situation, you can uncover the possibilities and potential that may have been obscured by the initial sense of loss or failure.

Likewise, that gut-wrenching breakup might have shattered your heart into a million pieces. But reframing helps you realize that it was a necessary step toward finding true self-love and personal growth. It may have revealed patterns or dynamics in your relationships that needed to be addressed, allowing you to embark on a journey of self-discovery and healing. Through this new perspective, you can see the breakup as a catalyst for positive change rather than an endless source of pain.

Of course, embracing positive thinking doesn’t mean suppressing emotions, forcing fake smiles, or pretending everything is all well and good. Life can be downright terrible, and it’s absolutely okay to admit that. We’re human beings, not emotionless robots, and we have every right to feel the full range of emotions that come our way.

When those moments of anger, rage, sadness, or frustration hit you like a ton of bricks, don’t hold back. Allow yourself to fully experience and acknowledge those emotions. They are valid and they are a natural part of the human experience. So scream into your pillow if you need to, let out that primal roar of frustration, eat that half-gallon of ice cream, or find a safe space to release your pent-up emotions.

However, it’s important to remember that while it’s healthy to express and release negative emotions, it’s equally important not to wallow in them for too long. Give yourself the permission to heal and move forward. Set a time limit for your pity party or ice cream indulgence, and then make a conscious effort to shift your focus towards more positive thoughts and actions.

Speaking of moving forward, let’s not forget the power of self-care. When the going gets tough, it’s so important to take care of ourselves physically, emotionally, and mentally. Engage in activities that bring you joy and recharge your batteries. Whether it’s binging on your favorite TV show, immersing yourself in a creative project, or going on a hike with Mother Nature, find what puts a genuine smile on your face and do more of it.

Surrounding yourself with positive influences can also work wonders. Seek out the company of uplifting friends, supportive family members, or even inspiring books and podcasts. Let their positivity seep into your veins and remind you that you’re not alone in this chaotic world. Sometimes, a well-timed sarcastic comment from a friend can be the perfect antidote to a shitty day.

Lastly, don’t forget to be gentle with yourself. Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither is a positive mindset. It takes practice, patience, and a lot of eye rolls at life’s bullshit. We live in a world that often demands instant gratification and expects us to have it all figured out. But let me tell you something: nobody has it all figured out, no matter how put together they may seem on the outside. We’re all stumbling through this crazy journey called life, trying to make sense of it all.

So, cut yourself some slack. Give yourself permission to make mistakes, to stumble and fall, and to take detours along the way. Embrace the fact that you’re a work in progress. Even the tiniest steps forward count, so give yourself credit for each and every one of them. That means you’re constantly evolving, learning, and growing. You’re not meant to have all the answers right now, and that’s perfectly okay.

So let’s try going on this journey of positive thinking together. When life tries to knock us down, let’s show it who’s boss with a dash of gratitude, a sprinkle of perspective, and a hefty dose of self-care. Because, at the end of the day, we have the power to shape our own narratives and transform difficulties into opportunities for growth. Life may be an unfair bitch, but we’re the badass protagonists of our own stories.

Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Mental Health, Personal, Reflections, Writing

Inkrement #25: Embracing the Dark Side of Creativity

When we think of creativity, we envision vibrant colors, uplifting melodies, and inspiring words. But what about the raw and unfiltered emotions that fuel the artistic fire? What about the moments of anguish, heartbreak, and despair that bring forth masterpieces that touch our souls? Yes, my friends, I’m talking about the dark side—the underbelly of creativity.

It’s no secret that many creative geniuses throughout history have grappled with inner demons. From Vincent van Gogh’s tormented paintings to Sylvia Plath’s haunting poetry, we see that creativity and suffering often dance hand in hand. But why does this dark undercurrent exist? And can we embrace it as a source of inspiration and growth?

The truth is that the creative process is a reflection of the human experience. It is a journey that transcends the mundane and reaches deep into the core of our being. Within that journey, we encounter both light and darkness. It is through embracing and exploring these shadows that we unlock a profound well of artistic depth.

Consider the iconic works of Edgar Allan Poe. His tales of macabre and despair captivate us with their haunting beauty. Poe’s ability to delve into the darkest corners of the human psyche allowed him to create timeless masterpieces that continue to enthrall readers today. By fearlessly exploring the dark side, he tapped into a wellspring of creativity that resonates with our own inner struggles.

But embracing the dark side of creativity is not about wallowing in despair or glorifying pain. It’s about acknowledging the complexity of human emotions and using them as a catalyst for transformative art. It’s about digging deep into our own experiences, both light and dark, and channeling them into a creative outlet.

The process of harnessing the darkness is not an easy one. It requires vulnerability, self-reflection, and courage. It means confronting our fears, doubts, and insecurities head-on. It means embracing the parts of ourselves that we often try to hide away. But within this journey lies the potential for profound personal growth and artistic breakthroughs.

As creators, we have the unique ability to transmute our pain into something beautiful. Our art becomes a vehicle for catharsis—a release of pent-up emotions, a way to process the complexities of life. It allows us to connect with others on a deep and empathetic level, reassuring them that they are not alone in their struggles.

So please don’t shy away from the shadows. Embrace the dark side of your creativity. Allow it to guide you on a transformative journey of self-discovery and expression. Take those moments of anguish and turn them into fuel for your art. Let your vulnerability shine through your work, for it is in that rawness that you create something truly authentic and resonant.
It’s okay to embrace the darkness, as long as you don’t let it consume you. Seek support from loved ones, fellow artists, or even professional resources if you find yourself overwhelmed. Surround yourself with a community that understands and supports your artistic process.

Until next time, keep creating, keep exploring, and remember—within the shadows lies the potential for extraordinary artistry.

Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Depression, Mental Health, Personal, Writing Prompts

Inkrement #24: Shadows of Numbness

Writing Prompt: Describe the feeling of being numb in a poem about depression.
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In the hushed twilight of desolation’s grip,
I am an empty vessel, numbed to the core,
Adrift in the vast expanse of a desolate sea,
Where waves of despair crash upon my soul.

Once vibrant colors now dulled and faded,
Laughter’s melody echoes as a distant whisper,
And tears, imprisoned within weary eyes,
Long for release, but find only stifled cries.

The weight of melancholy settles upon my chest,
A leaden shroud, constricting every breath,
And the heart, once ablaze with fierce passion,
Now slumbers in the depths of sorrow’s embrace.

Days melt together in a monotonous haze,
As the world spins on, oblivious and indifferent,
And the rhythm of life’s symphony eludes me,
Lost in the dissonance of my fractured spirit.

Time stretches thin, like a taut thread of silk,
Bound tightly to the weight of unspoken words,
And the world marches forward, relentless,
While I stand frozen, a statue in the midst of life.

In the abyss of this numbing desolation,
I yearn for a glimmer, a spark of vitality,
To shatter the chains that bind my weary soul,
And set aflame the embers of hope once more.

But for now, I drift, a phantom of sorrow,
Inhabiting the spaces between forgotten dreams,
Longing for the sun’s caress to warm my spirit,
And breathe vibrancy into this colorless existence.

Posted in Blog, Depression, Family, Friendship, Mental Health, Personal, Reflections

Inkrement #23 The Ripple Effect: The Positive Impact of Building a Support System

Life can and will throw some curveballs our way. And when those tough times hit, having people who genuinely care about us can make all the difference. Today, I want to share a personal story that taught me firsthand how building a support system can positively impact every aspect of our lives.

It was a few months ago, the day after my birthday, when something unexpected happened. I had been battling with depression and it was kicking my ass. On that particular day, I couldn’t find the strength or desire to respond to any of the birthday calls or texts I received. I was caught in a dark cloud that seemed impossible to escape. Little did I know, my sister, father, and niece were planning a surprise visit that would change my perspective.

My family has always been there for me, but depression has a way of making you believe you’re utterly alone, even when you’re not. As the day wore on, I isolated myself from the world, drowning in self-doubt and sadness. The weight of my emotions kept me from appreciating the love and care that surrounded me.

Unbeknownst to me, my sister had sensed my struggles and rallied the troops. She reached out to my father and convinced him to make the hour long trip with my niece. They knew I needed them, even if I didn’t realize it myself. That morning, they arrived at my doorstep, armed with birthday balloons, warm hugs, and an abundance of love.

When I opened the door and saw their familiar faces, tears streamed down my cheeks. It was in that moment that the ripple effect of building a support system became evident. Their unwavering support and their willingness to be there for me reminded me that I wasn’t alone. Their actions sent ripples through my life, touching every aspect in a profound and positive way.

Emotionally, I felt a burden being lifted from my shoulders. The weight of depression felt a little lighter knowing that I had people in my corner who genuinely cared about my well-being. Their presence alone gave me a glimmer of hope that I could overcome the darkness I was facing.

Physically, the visit energized me. We spent hours in my backyard having candid conversations about whatever came to mind. The familiar sound of laughter and casual jokes brought back a sense of normalcy and reminded me of the joy that existed beyond my inner turmoil.

Mentally, their visit was a breath of fresh air. We sat around the living room, sharing stories and memories, reminding me of the countless adventures we had experienced together. Their words and presence brought a renewed sense of purpose and reminded me of the things that truly mattered in life.

Professionally, their visit had a surprising effect as well. While writing was the furthest thing from my mind, their support and encouragement ignited a spark within me. They reminded me of my passion for storytelling, and their belief in my abilities helped me regain the confidence to pursue my dreams once more. After that, I began working on the novel idea that’s been in my head for years. It was also then that I decided to start this blog.

Their visit not only impacted me directly but also had a ripple effect on the people around me. Witnessing my family’s love and support, my friends and acquaintances began to open up about their own struggles, creating a sense of community and understanding. We formed a network of support, each one of us contributing to the positive change in one another’s lives.

Reflecting on that transformative visit, I realized the profound impact that building a support system can have. It’s so easy to forget that we are not alone in our struggles, but when we allow others to be there for us, it not only lightens our own burden but also inspires others to seek help and support.

Building a support system starts with opening up, sharing our vulnerabilities, and allowing others to lend a helping hand. It requires trust, empathy, and genuine care. It’s about fostering meaningful connections and recognizing that we all need each other to navigate life’s challenges. We also have to remember that building a support system is a reciprocal process. Just as you seek support, be ready to offer it as well. Be the cheerleader, the listener, and the pillar of strength for others. Celebrate their victories and lend a helping hand during their challenges. By giving, you create a culture of support and kindness that will always come back to you when you need it most.

To anyone out there who may be going through a tough time, my advice is simple: reach out. Don’t be afraid to let others in. Seek comfort in the company of loved ones, friends, or even support groups. Remember that you are not alone, and your struggles do not define you.

The ripple effect of building a support system cannot be underestimated. Through my own experience, I discovered the profound impact that love, care, and understanding can have on every aspect of our lives. We all have the power to create positive change, not only within ourselves but also in the lives of those around us. So, let’s be there for one another, lending an ear, a shoulder, or a helping hand. Together, we can make a difference.