she_is_my_addiction
insane drunken monkey
- Joined
- Sep 4, 2004
- Posts
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I started here on Lit really not that long ago. At times I still feel like a newcomer or the AH Baby, but I suppose that's not the case.
Anyway, I've acquired friends and acquaintences here over the past ten months, and they've walked me through some very trying times. I guess I'm just trying to toss out a simple thank you as my one year Lit anniversary approaches.
Now, for the important part. I went through periods of time where all I was doing was falling apart and dropping deeper into some kind of despair. I probably fell past rock bottom at some point. A few of you I spoke to on YIM and I got tons of support from those of you here on Lit. I received advice on self-image, depression, seeking help. I was told that with time, I would start to feel better. I thought it was hopeless, and I just kind of accepted all the positive talk and then brushed it away, thinking that it would never happen for me. I was wrong.
I've since moved from my temporary "home" that I was in back in September and am now in a better place. I have a close friend here, where I live now, who wouldn't have finished what all you wonderful Litsters started if she hadn't kicked me around a little bit. A lot of it is me, too. And a most recent thank you goes to a special Canadian. I am 100% beautiful.
I've accepted and am appreciating quite a bit more. Myself, for one, especially my body. I've discovered that I actually am sexy ALL of the time, and yes, reinforcing it to myself really does work.
Second, I've come to a very important realization. Things are not eternally hopeless. Yes, everyone has days when they're exhausted, feeling sick, feeling down in the dumps, and on those days then yes, things do feel hopeless. I still have occasional days like that. But every day isn't hopeless, and nothing is ever over until you've put everything you have into it.
I'm learning to love myself. I'm writing again. I suppose I got so far that I couldn't do anything else but turn around and come back. Trying is worth it. Life is amazing, and wonderful, and rarely now am I bored by it.
It's in the pit of my stomach, like a soft warmth. I feel like I'm home, so I must be.
To everyone on the AH who has helped me in one way or another over the past (almost) year, my deepest thanks.
Anyway, I've acquired friends and acquaintences here over the past ten months, and they've walked me through some very trying times. I guess I'm just trying to toss out a simple thank you as my one year Lit anniversary approaches.
Now, for the important part. I went through periods of time where all I was doing was falling apart and dropping deeper into some kind of despair. I probably fell past rock bottom at some point. A few of you I spoke to on YIM and I got tons of support from those of you here on Lit. I received advice on self-image, depression, seeking help. I was told that with time, I would start to feel better. I thought it was hopeless, and I just kind of accepted all the positive talk and then brushed it away, thinking that it would never happen for me. I was wrong.
I've since moved from my temporary "home" that I was in back in September and am now in a better place. I have a close friend here, where I live now, who wouldn't have finished what all you wonderful Litsters started if she hadn't kicked me around a little bit. A lot of it is me, too. And a most recent thank you goes to a special Canadian. I am 100% beautiful.
I've accepted and am appreciating quite a bit more. Myself, for one, especially my body. I've discovered that I actually am sexy ALL of the time, and yes, reinforcing it to myself really does work.
Second, I've come to a very important realization. Things are not eternally hopeless. Yes, everyone has days when they're exhausted, feeling sick, feeling down in the dumps, and on those days then yes, things do feel hopeless. I still have occasional days like that. But every day isn't hopeless, and nothing is ever over until you've put everything you have into it.
I'm learning to love myself. I'm writing again. I suppose I got so far that I couldn't do anything else but turn around and come back. Trying is worth it. Life is amazing, and wonderful, and rarely now am I bored by it.
It's in the pit of my stomach, like a soft warmth. I feel like I'm home, so I must be.
To everyone on the AH who has helped me in one way or another over the past (almost) year, my deepest thanks.
