Last night I had a difficult time sleeping as I gave myself an unnecessary pity party. Most of the time I do an alright job of being content with my life. Many things are not ideal, but there is no reason for that get me down. We all live on a different timetable. Healing, recovering, moving on is an individual experience. Comparing to others is a dangerous road to walk down, but thanks to social media is all too easy.
We are all forever a work in progress. Learning from our mistakes, growing and becoming better versions of ourselves. Books, shows and movies make us feel like change should happen overnight. The reality is slow, but worth it. There are so many things I now know about myself that are important. Two important things I learned is that when trial sets in I can make it through, and writing is the best form of therapy. Seeing all the twisting emotions written down helps untangle the mess, come to terms with the outcome and makes me stronger and wiser.
Sleepless pity parties are have become more and more rare, but each time I fall into the trap it shows me I still have more to learn in this endless lesson and many messes to untangle. Thankfully I also have endless support and so many words available to me.
Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.