What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

I don't know how to fix me. I feel like I try my best but somehow it isn't enough.

What is the fucking point?
You’re enough, you’re perfect the way you are. We all have those doubts but you can beat them! You are an amazing, strong, beautiful person, inside and out! You got this and anyone throwing doubt your way isn’t worth your time!
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@MandaPandaa

We don't know each other except in passing in the threads, but your post had me thinking. "Why do we give people so much power over us this way?"

Why do you need to fix yourself when you've done your best? At that point, if they still have a problem, that's on them.

I know it's hard, but there comes a time when we need to build ourselves up, because no one else is going to. As one woman to another, you don't have to keep accepting bullshit treatment from others.

If they can't accept you as you are, if your best isn't good enough, that's NOT your problem.

I've never felt more powerful (?) or more at peace than when I told my ex that

1. we both knew he'd never change
2. I want a divorce
3. Told him in Greek to go fuck himself (it was more poetic that I'd learned this phrase from my kid's pappoús)

You ARE more than enough. Believe it. Hold it close. Remind others.
 
I don't know how to fix me. I feel like I try my best but somehow it isn't enough.

What is the fucking point?
Come to the edge.
We might fall.
Come to the edge.
It's too high!
COME TO THE EDGE!
And they came,
and he pushed,
And they flew.

-Christopher Logue


Chin up, girl.
Today only lasts until tomorrow.
A brand new day is on it's way.
 
I don't know how to fix me. I feel like I try my best but somehow it isn't enough.

What is the fucking point?
I adore you. You are smart, and funny, and clever, and quick, and gracious, and sweet, and caring and...

You know I could go on, I am explainy. But to cut it down, I respect and admire you. You are important to me. To many people, yes. But also to me.

You are enough. There are things -- people, situation, our brains (that one tells me a lot) -- that tells us we are not, but they are liars and the truth is not in them.

You are enough. You always were.
 
I don't know how to fix me. I feel like I try my best but somehow it isn't enough.

What is the fucking point?
You have the biggest heart and are genuinely one of the kindest people I have been lucky enough to know. There's nothing to fix, baby. If anyone has a problem, it's a them thing.
All of this. You trying your best is enough. You being the kind, sweet, genuinely good human you are, is enough.
You are enough. You are more than enough.
You always were. You always will be.
 
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