To me, from me.

Hey listen, 

You’re doing okay so please relax already. At the rate your mind is going you’re going to fuck up the good life you’re working to create. 

I know sometimes you think you don’t deserve anything so you want to mess it up to prove that but please don’t. 

I know sometimes you’re afraid of failing so you never try but please do.

Failure is okay, mistakes are okay once you learn from them. 

You have people who love you and want to support you, allow them to do so.

You’re a pretty cool person, you know.  So be confident and proud. 

You know that you can get what you work for. You’ve experienced that many times. Go on and work for the best. 

The past is in the past. You can’t change it you can only learn from it. Please don’t bother regretting it because it’s gotten you where you are and it’s made you who you are. 

And you’ve got to let go of that ...little obsession.  You know what I mean. 

Let time do its thing... I know sometimes you feel like you’re broken but you’re still worth a lot. 

Hold on to what you care about. Nurture the parts of your life you appreciate. 

But above all... always be honest. To others and to yourself. Even if it’s hard, even if it may hurt you or someone else. You’ll be better for it you’ll live better for it. 

It doesn’t matter if you have to read this every morning, do it until you believe it. Do it until you’re feeling better. 


🤟🏽 

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