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What makes you complete? For a long time I thought that by having someone love me, I would finally feel whole. But its more than that. It's taking the microscope and fully seeing ME. Completely, wholly, my everything that is ME.
Peace comes not from the external, but the internal. That's one of my hardest lessons I have learned. I will not let my mental illness break me. I will not let it beat down my spirit. It will soar knowing I am beautiful and I am worth it. Finally. Finally for once. Are you waiting for clarity? Have you found it? Share your insights with me,
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inspirational words PlatinumHeart, and it makes me happy that you're overcoming your adversities.
you're absolutely right, we all are stronger than the adversities we face, we only need to realise it! I can tell you what prevents me from being empty, but I'm nowhere near being complete. bodybuilding is my passion, that keeps me going and gives me motive to wake up in the mornings. Without it, I'd be empty. But with it, I'm still not complete and still lacking clarity. I think life is a journey to find that clarity and purpose, with each day I hope to become clearer in my thinking and more complete in life but it's a struggle! still, no journey is without struggle. If it is, then it's probably a journey not worth making! |
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I can tell you what completeness is for me, or was.
That is the biggest trigger to my depression. There was a time 3 years ago that I had everything and did everything I wanted. I had what I needed and lived an active life of joy. I had a job I loved, I could afford my chosen lifestyle, I was surrounded by friends. I was active outdoors, actively creating my art, actively socializing, and active in my work and out of work communities. Much of my bucke list was being checked off. I loved life, I loved my life. But that came to a screeching end because of illness. Today I have nothing and do nothing. I fear I will never even have a glimpse of that person I used to be. That it is all downhill from there. |
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