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Unveiling Minor Inkrements: Your Journey to Healing and Self-Discovery

Posted on by T.L. Minor


I’ve got some exciting news to share, and it’s something that’s been brewing in my heart and soul for quite some time. I’m thrilled to announce the launch of my very own stationery business, “Minor Inkrements,” in the spring of 2024. This endeavor isn’t just about creating beautiful stationery; it’s a mission that’s deeply personal and rooted in a life-changing experience.

A Journey Through Darkness

This year has been a profound one for me, marked by an experience that shook me to my core. I faced a trauma that I wouldn’t wish upon anyone, and it plunged me into a seemingly endless darkness. Depression wrapped its heavy chains around me, and every day felt like an uphill battle. It was a time when the shadows of despair loomed large, and I struggled to find even a glimmer of hope.

But as they say, it’s often in our darkest moments that we discover our greatest strengths. In the midst of this despair, I stumbled upon something that would eventually become the foundation of Minor Inkrements – a simple journal. I found it in a discount store, unassuming yet strangely compelling. Its cover had a very encouraging message, and the artwork caught my eye in a way that nothing else had.

The Power of the Written Word

I began to use that journal as a safe haven for my thoughts, dreams, and the whirlwind of emotions that I found too overwhelming to express any other way. It became my anchor, a steady presence in the turbulent sea of my life. When the waves of depression threatened to pull me under, I would turn to those blank pages. Writing became my refuge, a means to release the tempest within and gain a newfound clarity about my feelings.

This practice, coupled with therapy, became my lifeline in the journey to confront my depression and process my trauma. Through writing, I started to heal, and I found the strength to move forward. It was a transformation that I couldn’t keep to myself. And so, the idea for Minor Inkrements was born.

Introducing Minor Inkrements

The name “Minor Inkrements” carries a deep significance for me. “Minor” was my grandmother’s maiden name, a nod to my roots and the strength I draw from my family. “Inkrements” is a play on the word ‘increments,’ symbolizing the significant, yet gradual, progress that can be made through the act of writing and journaling. It signifies the belief that monumental changes can begin with small steps – or, in my case, with small words scribbled on a page.

Our Mission

With Minor Inkrements, I aim to offer more than just journals and stationery. My goal is to provide tools for healing, self-expression, and personal growth. I want this to be seen as a beacon of hope for anyone who’s going through a challenging time, just as I did. If even one person finds the same comfort, escape, and healing in our products that I did in that simple journal, then I will consider our mission a resounding success.

What to Expect from Minor Inkrements

The product line will include a range of beautifully designed journals, planners, and stationery items that are not only aesthetically pleasing but also carefully crafted to encourage self-expression and personal growth. I believe that the act of writing can be transformative, and I want to empower people to embark on their own journey of healing and self-discovery.

Stay Tuned for Spring 2024

I can’t wait to share more details about the product offerings, as well as some sneak peeks, in the coming months as we approach our launch date in the spring of 2024. This is just the beginning of our journey together, and I’m excited to have you with me every step of the way.

In the meantime, if you’re interested in following this journey and staying updated on the progress, please subscribe for more details. You’ll be the first to know about product launches, special promotions, and the latest news from Minor Inkrements. My website will also be undergoing a major makeover in the coming weeks.

Thank you for being a part of this exciting new chapter in my life and for joining me on this mission to inspire healing, self-expression, and personal growth through the power of the written word. Together, we can turn the darkest of moments into opportunities for growth and transformation.

Posted in Blog, Friendship, Journaling, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Personal, Reflections, Writing, Writing Prompts

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

Posted on by T.L. Minor

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.

Posted in Blog, Life Lessons, Personal, Reflections

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

Posted on by T.L. Minor

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.

Posted in Blog, Friendship, Journaling, Life Lessons, Personal, Reflections

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

Posted on by T.L. Minor

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.

Posted in Creative Writing, Reflections, Writing, Writing Prompts

Inkrement #31: Unraveling Shadows [Short Story]

Posted on by T.L. Minor

Creative Writing Prompt: Write a short story about a character who must confront their own complicity in their traumatic experience in order to fully heal and move on.
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Raindrops tapped against the windowpane, mirroring the incessant rhythm of Jamie’s heartbeat as she stared at the old, worn-out house across the street. It was the place she had spent her childhood—a place that held the darkest memories she had been trying to bury for years.

After a traumatic experience that had shattered her innocence, Jamie had tried to escape from her past, seeking solace in the distant corners of the world. She moved away to a quaint seaside town, far from the memories that haunted her. As days turned into weeks, and weeks into years, she gradually built a new life for herself. Her words became her refuge, and she found success as a renowned writer, painting stories that captured the hearts of readers around the globe.

Yet, no matter how far she ran or how high she soared, the shadows of her past clung to her like a relentless ghost. They whispered in her ear as she wrote, reminding her of the pain she couldn’t outrun. It was a constant battle to keep her emotions at bay, to hide the vulnerabilities buried deep within her heart.

As the years passed, the memories gnawed at her soul, tugging at the edges of her carefully constructed walls. The weight of the unresolved past began to weigh heavily on her shoulders, manifesting itself in sleepless nights and troubled dreams. It was then, in the midst of her seemingly perfect life, that Jamie knew she had to return to the place that held the key to her healing.

The decision to return home was both terrifying and inevitable. The small town, once a shelter from the storm, now felt like a haunted maze of memories. Jamie’s heart pounded as she stood outside the door of the old house, the creaking wood echoing her hesitation.

A familiar voice emerged from within the walls, “Jamie? Is that you?”

It was Derek, her once closest friend, the person who had been by her side during that fateful time. She hadn’t seen him since she left, but his presence now brought back a flood of emotions. With trembling hands, she pushed the door open, revealing a space frozen in time, preserving the past she had tried so hard to forget.

“I never thought I’d see you here again,” Derek said, his voice tinged with surprise and a hint of guilt.

Jamie swallowed hard, trying to find the strength to face the person who had once been her confidant. “I needed to come back,” she replied, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

“I remember everything,” Jamie said, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes. Her trembling hand reached out to touch the weathered wallpaper, as if seeking comfort from the past. “The laughter, the secrets, but also the pain. It’s all still here, etched into these walls.”

Derek shifted uncomfortably, his jaw tense, and his eyes fixated on the floor. Guilt weighed heavily on him, the weight of his actions and inactions crushing his soul. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to look up and meet Jamie’s tearful gaze.

“I’m so sorry, Jamie,” he murmured, his voice a mix of sorrow and regret. “I never wanted any of that to happen. I didn’t know it would go so far.”

The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with unsaid words and unspoken truths. Jamie took a step closer to Derek, her pain mixed with a desire to understand how it had all unraveled.

“How could you not know, Derek?” she asked, her voice trembling with anger and vulnerability. “We were supposed to be friends—trusted confidants. But you stood by and let it happen.”

Derek’s face contorted with anguish as he struggled to find the right words. “I was scared,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know what to do, how to stop it. It happened so fast.”

“You were scared?” Jamie’s voice rose, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “And what about me? Did you even think about how scared I was? How trapped and alone I felt?”

“I did,” Derek said, tears streaming down his face now. “I think about it every day. I wish I could go back and change everything, but I can’t.”

The emotions in the room were palpable, the pain and regret flowing like an unyielding river. Jamie wanted to let go of the anger, to find a way to forgive Derek, but the wounds were too raw, too deep.

“I was just a kid,” Jamie said, her voice breaking. “We were just kids. But you, Derek, you were my best friend. You were supposed to protect me.”

“I know,” Derek sobbed, his defenses crumbling under Jamie’s raw honesty. “I failed you, and I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

Their voices rose and fell in an intense symphony of emotions, a fierce argumentative dance between two broken souls. But beneath the anger and pain, there was also a glimmer of understanding—a shared acknowledgment of their complicity in the traumatic experience that had scarred them both.

As the argument subsided, the room fell silent, each tearful breath drawing them closer together. The weight of their past transgressions hung heavily in the air, but so did the realization that they needed each other to heal.

Jamie took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her emotions. The room was thick with tension, the air filled with the weight of their shared history. For so long, anger had been her armor, shielding her from the painful memories that lurked in the dark corners of her mind. But now, as she looked at Derek, his eyes heavy with remorse, she felt the rage inside her subside like a storm that had finally passed.

“We can’t change the past,” Jamie said, her voice now soft and full of vulnerability. “But we can choose to heal and grow from it.”

Derek nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He had always known that he had been a part of what had happened, but he had buried that truth deep within him, hidden behind a wall of denial. Now, faced with Jamie’s unwavering honesty, the wall crumbled, leaving him exposed and raw.

“I want to be better,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “For you and for myself. I want to confront my own demons and learn to be a true friend.”

Jamie’s gaze softened, and she could see the pain etched in Derek’s eyes. She had known him for so long, had trusted him with her deepest secrets, but now she saw a side of him she had never known before—the vulnerable and remorseful side that had been hidden beneath a facade of bravado.

She reached out and placed a gentle hand on Derek’s shoulder, feeling the tremor in his muscles beneath her touch. “We can heal together,” she said, her voice carrying a glimmer of forgiveness. “But we have to face our past head-on and take responsibility for our actions.”

Derek swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion. “I’m so sorry, Jamie,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I should have been there for you when you needed me the most.”

A tear slipped down Jamie’s cheek, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. “I know,” she said softly.

As the words hung in the air, the weight of their shared past felt both unbearable and liberating. They had both been wounded, both inflicted pain on each other in their own ways, but now they had the chance to heal together.

The room fell silent as they sat with their truths, the darkness of the past slowly giving way to the promise of a brighter future. They had a long road ahead of them, but for the first time, they faced it together, no longer burdened by the complicity that had once kept them apart. With vulnerability as their guide, they embarked on a journey of healing and growth, knowing that the scars of their past would always be a part of them, but also knowing that they had the power to shape their own destinies, to choose forgiveness and love over bitterness and resentment. In that moment, the storm of their past began to dissipate, leaving behind a glimmer of hope and the promise of a new beginning.
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Reflection: The reason I chose this writing prompt is that it really hits close to home for me. In my own life, I’ve had experiences where I had to confront my own complicity in certain situations. It’s not easy, but it’s necessary for my own healing and growth. At first, I didn’t want to admit to myself that I played a part in it all. It’s hard to face the fact that you might have contributed to your own pain, right? But avoiding it doesn’t make the trauma go away; it just keeps haunting you.

The characters, Derek and Jamie, were once inseparable friends, always supporting each other through thick and thin. But their bond was tested when they found themselves at the center of a traumatic experience that shattered their innocence. It’s been years since that event, and they both have tried to move on with their lives, but the scars run deep.

In choosing this prompt, I wanted to dive into the complexities of their relationship and how confronting their own complicity in the traumatic experience would be essential for their healing. Derek, burdened by guilt, has been running away from his past mistakes, while Jamie, trapped in pain, has been avoiding the truth of her own complicity. It’s not just about trauma, but also about forgiveness and growth. So, that’s why I chose this writing prompt. It’s a chance to tell a story of healing, growth, and the strength that comes from confronting our own shadows. And if it happens to inspire just one person to reflect on their own journey, then I’ll consider it a success.

Posted in Blog, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Personal, Reflections

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

Posted on by T.L. Minor

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

Posted on by T.L. Minor

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.

Posted in Blog, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Personal, Reflections

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

Posted on by T.L. Minor

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.

Posted in Life Lessons, Mental Health, Personal, Reflections, Relationships, Writing

Inkrement #27: Why Second Chances Aren’t Always Worth It

Posted on by T.L. Minor

When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.

-Maya Angelou

There’s a reason that quote is spoken so frequently. This powerful statement serves as a guiding principle for recognizing and accepting the true nature of others. While some may argue in favor of second chances, my personal experience has led me to question the validity of such forgiveness, especially when it comes to disrespect and betrayal. Allow me to be vulnerable and transparent as I share my own story as a cautionary tale.

Six years ago, my world came crashing down when I discovered that my then-boyfriend had been unfaithful. It was a devastating blow, and my heart shattered into a million tiny fragments. Amidst the chaos of my swirling emotions, he approached me with a mixture of remorse and regret. His eyes reflected the weight of his actions, and his voice quivered as he took full accountability for the pain he had caused. He promised me that he would do everything in his power to make amends, to rebuild the trust that had been so callously broken. His words echoed with sincerity, and his gestures conveyed a desire for redemption.

It was a crossroads moment, where reason and intuition clashed within me. My better judgment cautioned against trusting him again, reminding me of the depth of the wound he had inflicted upon our relationship. The logical part of me recognized the inherent risks of granting a second chance, fearing that history might repeat itself. Yet, there was a small glimmer of hope within me, a flicker of belief that people can change and that love can triumph over even the darkest of betrayals. Was I secretly auditioning for a role in a rom-com where the cheater magically transforms into the perfect partner? Apparently, I was the star of my very own tragicomedy.

In the end, it was my willingness to see the potential for growth and transformation that swayed my decision. I chose to embrace the vulnerability that accompanies forgiveness, offering him the opportunity to prove that his remorse was genuine and that his promises were more than mere words. It was a leap of faith, borne out of a belief in the redeeming power of love and the possibility of a renewed connection. Plus, there was so much history with us. We’d been friends since the 5th grade. We went to the same church. Our families were close. Everyone raved about what a good man he was, especially my mother shortly before her untimely passing. I wanted to believe that the time and connections between was worth fighting for.

In the aftermath of infidelity, trust becomes an elusive creature, lurking in the shadows of doubt. But with time, therapy, and his apparent effort to change, the wounds began to heal, or so I thought. We even got engaged and excitedly made plans for the future. For for last six years, it seemed as though we had rebuilt our relationship on a stronger foundation. I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he had learned his lesson. That the past was just that—the past. But spoiler alert: life doesn’t play by your hopeful script.

Two years after the initial transgression, the universe unleashed another cruel blow. Not only did he cheat on me again, but this time he crossed an unimaginable line—he had a one-night stand with my best friend. I mean, what the actual fuck? The shock, the pain, the absolute devastation cannot be eloquently put into words. To make matters worse, they both hid the truth from me for years, only confessing when confronted about it four months ago.

The realization that he had consciously chosen to hide the truth for years added a new dimension of anguish to the already unbearable pain. It shattered any remaining semblance of trust and shattered the foundation of our relationship beyond repair. The emotional turmoil that ensued was indescribable, as I grappled with the questions of how I could have been so blind and why he had chosen to prolong my pain through his lies.

Looking back now, I can’t help but shake my head at myself. What the fuck was I thinking? Why did I ignore the signs? And why did I even give this clown a second chance in the first place? In hindsight, the revelation of his prolonged deception further validated the wisdom of Maya Angelou’s quote: “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” It became abundantly clear that he had indeed shown me his true character through his repeated acts of infidelity and the calculated concealment of his actions. The evidence was there, hidden in plain sight, and I had chosen to ignore the warning signs.

Through this agonizing experience, I’ve come to understand the profound truth in Maya Angelou’s words. When somebody shows you their true character, when they display a blatant disregard for your feelings, it’s imperative to believe them. People may apologize, they may promise to change, but actions speak louder than words. Trust should be earned, not given blindly, especially after such immense betrayal.

Giving second chances can be an admirable trait, born from a place of hope and compassion. Who doesn’t love a good redemption story, right? But you have to balance that with a heavy dose of self-respect. Think about it. When you keep forgiving someone who continues to disrespect and betray you, it’s like you’re telling the world, “Hey, I’m okay with being treated like garbage.” It’s not, my friends. Not at all. It’s like starting a subscription for a never-ending cycle of bullshit, where your self-esteem takes a nosedive and your happiness will cease to exist. I know all too well how easy it is to get caught up in the idea that maybe they’ll change. You hope that they’ll truly get it and appreciate what they have this time. But you know what they say about hope? It breeds eternal misery. It can make you see rainbows where there’s just a whole lot of rain.

And Maya’s quote doesn’t just apply to infidelity—it’s a universal truth that transcends romantic relationships. This little nugget of wisdom can be applied to friends, family, coworkers, or even encounters with that weird neighbor across the street. When people reveal their true colors, it’s like a neon sign flashing right in front of your face, saying, “Hey, I’m a terrible human being and you should run for the hills!”

When somebody shows you who they truly are, it’s like getting a front-row seat to their soul. It’s like having an X-ray vision into their core being, revealing all their flaws, their fucked-up quirks, and their twisted little secrets. And let me tell you, my friends, it’s important to pay attention to what you see. Don’t brush it off like it’s a fluke or a figment of your imagination. Believe them. Believe what you see and take it as a warning sign that maybe, just maybe, this person isn’t worth your time.

So, where do we go from here? It’s a question I’ve wrestled with endlessly, and the answer is different for everyone. For me, it meant finding the strength to walk away from a toxic relationship, despite the love and the memories we once cherished. It meant learning to value myself enough to say “No. Enough is enough.”

Sometimes, the harshest lessons can lead to the most profound personal growth. Sure, my heart still hurts. I’m still coming to terms with being betrayed by two of the most important people in my life. It’s like this never-ending dull ache that reminds me of the pain I went through. It’s the kind of pain that no amount of ice cream, sad R&B music, or curling under the covers can fix. However, in the midst of this emotional bullshit, I’ve managed to find some flicker of light, but don’t ask me how I did it.

I’ve learned that setting boundaries is essential. No more letting people trample all over me like a doormat. It’s time to draw that line in the sand and say, “Hey, this is as far as you go.” No more compromising my values or sacrificing my own well-being for someone who doesn’t deserve it.

And you know what? My intuition is a badass. It’s like this little voice inside my head that whispers, “You know what? Something’s off here.” I used to ignore it, thinking I was just being paranoid or overthinking things. But now? Now I’m listening. I’m tuning in to that gut feeling, that instinct that tells me when something isn’t right. It’s like having my own personal Sherlock Holmes in my head, and I’m not ignoring his brilliant deductions anymore.

In the end, it’s not about denying forgiveness or harboring resentment—it’s about choosing what is best for our own happiness and growth. So, let us embrace Maya Angelou’s wisdom, believe those who show us their true colors, and have the strength to move forward with our heads held high.

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

Inkrement #26 Positive Thinking During Difficult Times

Posted on by T.L. Minor

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.