All of my life, I have felt inferior. For whatever reason, I have always believed all of the horrible, negative things that some people have said about me instead of believing all of the great things that the people who care about me have always said. I always assumed that the people who didn’t know me and said those cruel things were telling the truth and the people who care about me just didn’t want to hurt my feelings so they lied. At 35 years old, I have finally started to realize that it is the complete opposite. The people who have said hateful things are actually just people who are hurting and hate themselves. The people who love me have been telling the truth all along. I am beautiful. I am smart. I deserve to be cherished… and I will be, even if only by me, myself and I. ❤
Lincoln Park has never been a favorite band of mine. I never disliked them, just didn’t care much about them either way. Nonetheless, I have been deeply affected by news of the suicide of Chester Bennington.
In one of the articles I read about his death it mentioned that he was good friends with Chris Cornell, whose 53rd birthday it would have been that day. On his friend’s birthday, he ended his life in the exact same way as he had.
Reading that just absolutely crushed me, to imagine the pain that both of those men felt in their lives and especially their final moments. I didn’t realize just how affected by it I was until I brought it up for the um-teenth time and D mentioned that it must have triggered something in me.
If you are hurting and lost, please reach out to someone, anyone. You are wanted. You are loved. Please, do not give up. Keep fighting. ❤
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