So for the last month and a half or so, it's been very hard for me to write. It's not because I have nothing to write about, because honestly I do. But it's been hard to for me to even look at this blog because I've been too afraid to say anything that would potentially make someone uncomfortable. The other fear was that I would have myself too exposed for for everyone to see. For a really long time I have tried to limit myself to how much people know about me. I have always felt that if people knew too much it would potentially hurt me in the end. I think my barriers are higher especially when I talk to someone I am interested in or even when I feel like I have fallen out of grace. For two years now I have tried to limit myself to how I handle my emotions. I do so in order to protect myself from judgement or how people might perceive me. In many cases I try push things to the side and make it seem like things do not bother me in order to protect myself from acting irrationally or to save face. In turn, but not always, I bottle things up inside until at some point it breaks me. Not a healthy way of dealing with things I know.
So for the last two weeks I have been trying to be more honest with myself. Honest in the things that I want, how I feel about situations, and in other ways.
So in order to show how I've tried to be more honest in how I feel, here is an example of my feelings on May 3rd, 2019:
One of the best things you can do is cleanse yourself. All of it. All the sadness the agony the hurt.When looking at the last month I have seen growth along with the depletion of my character. Through the growth aspects of my life have changed. The way I hold myself and the way I value my life have been two things that have drastically been positive. This positivity dwells from the simple changes in my life. Changes that have implicitly improved me as a person is my focus on what I want. the depletion of my character is seen on how I attach myself to people who wouldn't do the same for me as I to them. Don't do that remember that there are people who don't deserve that respect.
Hopefully my posts will be more consistent and more real. I am not trying to hold back anymore. Maybe this example is not enough, or not as honest. But hey I am trying. It will be hard but I will try.
This is my promise to whoever reads this.
Best,
Kate
January 10, 2019: "I woke up on January 1, 2019 in a pool of vomit containing bits of greens, fried chicken, and Sauvignon Blanc. I’m done feeling badly for myself. So what’s up? Let’s talk. I began to realize that I was profoundly alone. Don’t get me wrong, I was not alone in the sense that I didn’t have anyone I can turn to. I have a very loving family, one who’s always there for me and particularly supportive sister who I can call with any trouble or stress I have and know that I’ll get some type of immediate validation. The type of aloneness said I was feeling stems from my own unhappiness, and the realization that I’d never in my budding adult life been content with being by myself. I was always with someone in someway doing something that made me feel more fulfilled than I would have if I were by myself . I’ve been meaning to write a book on a myriad of topics ranging from but not limited to the black experience in excess of the white neighborhoods, childhood, and more. I w
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