Sometimes, life is hard. Really, really hard.
Most of us attend twelve or more years of rigorous academic schooling before being thrown into adulting. We learn about mathematics, sciences, languages, reading, writing, language arts, and history. The problem is, where are all of the classes on making valuable connections, meaningful conversations, self-love, authenticity, loving relationships, insightful reflections, cultivating and maintaining self-worth, and having an open-mind? If you went to a fancy private/charter school that offered this (does it even exist?), consider yourself lucky.
I was never given these classes.
How My Journey Started
No, this is not going to be a blog post about how something horrific happened to me. I was not forced to navigate my way through recovery and, in turn, found “myself.” Also, I did not wake up one morning and think, “You know what… I am ready to learn how to live for myself and practice self love! Let me begin to explore self-help.” Nor did I see a SIGN that it was time.VIEW POST