be your own boss , motivation , real talk
I feel a compulsive need to be “good” and think only good thoughts, say only good words, and take only good action. And any time something goes poorly in my life, I tell myself I wasn’t good enough and I must have manifested it with some sort of negative thinking, and I must do better.
lifestyle , self development , spiritual development
Think about whether this sounds like you:
Your mind feels like it is literally going 150MPH. You have a million things to do and have no idea where to start. You feel overwhelmed by it all. That little voice inside your head keeps telling you that you will fail, that you can’t possibly accomplish all this stuff and be successful. All the negative thoughts are clouding up your mind like crazy. Your creativity is blocked and you’re always so distracted. And then all of this just makes you feel emotionally and physically EXHAUSTED.
Sound familiar? Well, it should. Every human being experiences this when trying to boss up in life. This, my friend, is what is called MONKEY MIND. You know how monkeys are crazy, swinging around all over the place? Well our thoughts are like that too.
“Monkey mind” is actually a term coined by Buddha which describes our…
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Life has been pretty rocky and no doubt a lot of times you have those “fuck it” moments where you just wanna quit everything and dig a hole to hide in.
It is not easy when you’re overwhelmed with issues in your life, worse off, you’re in business. Recently i realized that i have issues breathing but my health reports came out fine, nothing was wrong with my lungs, neither my heart. But i just felt that i couldn’t breathe.
I don’t live with my Parents because we had issues for a long time, we still talk but we kept things to a minimum because that is what we all realize is good for us. And right now is one of those times, i want to hug my Dad just to feel that everything will be alright. I am a character of high self-esteem and i never break down, i…
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adulthood, adulting, anxiety, bipolar, depression, life, mental health, mental illness, recovery
Did I ever tell you that about the time I was in such a rush to get home because I felt like anxiety was closing the world in around me, that I walked up to the wrong house and was trying to open the door with my key for a good few minutes. I can laugh about it now because I must have looked like an idiot cursing at a door that didn’t belong to me ( thank god no one was home). I remember finally realising that I was telling the wrong door to ” fucking open you piece of shit”, I felt like anxiety was going to swallow me whole. I was only one house along, and as soon as I closed my front door, I cried my eyes out. Was I crying over the original anxiety or the new anxiety from trying to get into…
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