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LoveMe Challenge, Day 17

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Day #17: Something that feeds your soul.

Music. There is nothing like music to uplift my spirits, to focus me, to bring me back to the present, or to transport me to another world altogether.

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LoveMe Challenge, Day 16

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Day #16: Something you like about yourself.

This is a hard one. I am generally very self-critical of myself. I don’t see a lot of good in myself, not much to like, so I had to really think about this one. After much thought, I realized I like my sense of loyalty. I am a loyal friend and am always available when others need me (when I can be). I like that about myself.

LoveMe Challenge, Day 15

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Day #15: Something you have done right.

Being an aunt. I was the best darn aunt a child could ask for.  I was the kind of aunt who played video games and board games and card games. I taught crafts and made up games. I planned art projects. I taught my niece to ride her bike. I took them swimming, took them to the park, watched movies, built fort. I introduced them to Star Wars and then helped them build light sabers and had light saber battles. I helped them search for lost hamsters, kissed wounded knees, and smoothed wounded egos. And there was nothing else I loved in the world more than being their aunt.

LoveMe Challenge, Day 14

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Day #14: Share a fear you overcame.

Nothing comes to mind. I spent the better part of 15 minutes trying to think of something, but couldn’t.

LoveMe Challenge, Day 13

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Day #13: Share a quote.

I actually want to share two, that are related, and make up like of my life motto.

I kind of see it as, the hard things in life help me grow stronger, if I let them. And the stronger I get, the easier the hard things are to deal with next time. It’s like a cycle of learning to deal with the hard things.

(I realize I say this as I’m currently in a cycle of numbing out daily through binging and purging instead of facing the hard stuff.)

LoveMe Challenge, Day 12

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Day #12: Share a flaw.

I focus too much on the negative. And when I am struggling, I find it hard to see, or even to want to see the positive.

LoveMe Challenge, Day 11

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Day #11: Share a smile.

I can’t share my own smile, so enjoy this smile I got from Google.

LoveMe Challenge, Day 10

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Day #10: Share a secret.

Sometimes I see things like luggage or boxes or other inanimate objects and I feel intense jealousy toward them because I know they weigh less than I do. I resent them.

LoveMe Challenge, Day 9

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Day #9: Share something beautiful

One of the most beautiful things to me is the reflection of lights on the streets and sidewalks during or after a rain.

 

Loveme Challenge, Day 8

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Day #8: Share a scar.

First of all, I’m a day late, sorry about that. Yesterday was hectic. I went to the ENT and had to run errands and pick up prescriptions, and then I went up to the mountains again with my dad for several hours, so I didn’t get a chance to do this one, so you’ll get this one and today’s today. 😀

I don’t know if it means a scar literally or figuratively. I’m going to share an actual, physical scar that I have.

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This scar is from the first time I cut deeper then superficially on my arm. It scared me. I should have gotten stitches, but I was afraid to go and tell someone what I’d done. I remember lying to my boss about it, when she saw it. I said I had caught it on a nail in my garage. I have no Idea whether she believed me. Probably not since I had a bunch of other self-harm scars on my arm.

For the longest time, I hated this scar. I thought it was huge and ugly. Well, it kind of still is, but I’ve come to accept it as part of my story. Part of my me, who I am, and where I’ve been. It’s a sign of strength. In that moment I could have given up. I was really struggling, but instead I found a way to cope. It may not have been a healthy way, but it kept me alive, and it kept me going, and it did its job until I could find better ways to cope. And I’m still here, still fighting, learning more and more how to thrive instead of just survive. I’m proud of that moment of strength when I chose not to give up.