I invited IG@livingmybestlife_poitively_ to guest write on my blog because of her incredible dedication to doing what's best for her mental/emotional health. I want people to stop being afraid to tell the truth about their struggles, and to know that the journey to wellness is unique to each struggle, each person, each life. Some people need therapy, some need medication, some people diet, some meditate, etc... and some people need a mix of all forms of treatment and support.
I want to take a moment today to remind people that mental illnesses are just as real and life-altering as physical ailments. I wrote this poem about a year and a half ago, when I was not doing well. I was also especially struggling with the difference - the separation - between how healthy I looked and how terribly sick I felt.
Today, I'm doing so well! My external appearance matches my internal health. I feel confident. But it's been a long, hard fight to get here. A figh
I work out much more for the mental results than the physical ones. I understand that being in good shape is good for my health and life expectancy, but if that was the only motivation I had to get myself to work out... I wouldn't.
I work out for the sense of accomplishment-- that even if I did nothing else productive, at least the day wasn't a complete waste. I work out for the mood-lifting rush of adrenaline and endorphins, the calming, satisfying ache of well-used muscle
With great power comes great responsibility.
The news lately has just plain been breaking my heart. Burberry coming out with a clothing line utilizing a noose as fashion? Actor Jussie Smollett faking a hate crime? Shootings. Side affects of global warming. Sex scandals. Shameful politics. Come on! What is happening?!
For as long as man has been seeking power - which is forever - we as a people have understood that taking on a noteworthy role, having influence over people,