You Have Time to Ground Yourself

30 days of yoga , be kind to yourself , consistent practice , living with ptsd , overwhelmed with ptsd , ptsd , ptsd and grounding , ptsd blog , working with ptsd , yoga , yoga and ptsd autostyle intro


I get overwhelmed somewhat easily.

When I do, it’s hard to un-overwhelm myself. I know there are a lot of techniques to do it, but it’s still hard to calm the waves of anxiety.

I practiced yoga every day for a month, and so far this month have done it once, and just a quick video to work on my hands and wrists. I sat in my desk chair and checked my watch every couple of minutes.

What I learned from that month is how important it is for my well being to do yoga every day.

Now that I’m not, I want to go back to that daily practice. It feels like all hell has broken loose since I stopped, and it has, but I also cope with stress and anxiety better with a daily yoga practice.

That said, I’ve been going nonstop since last Friday when I almost…

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Nostalgia and City Lights

bataan , city-life , college-life , family , filipino , hygge , journal , leisure , nostalgia , photography , postaday , travel , writing

Gwen Eleanor

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Back in college, specifically my last year in, I used to live in a dormitory near the university where I was studying. I would roam around the streets of Balanga City whenever I needed some fresh (or rather, slightly-polluted)air to take a break. I preferred having no roommates so I could focus on studying, but it eventually got lonely especially during those days when I have nothing to do. So out I go.

My mother was very strict when I was in high school and would not permit me to go out of the house if it’s not school- or church-related. You see, I am an only child, and a girl at that. I’d tell all kinds of excuses just to get permission to hang out with my friends, who were also my classmates. So when I went to college, it felt so thrilling and liberating to be able…

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How do you show yourself love?

confidence, happiness, love, selfcare, selfhelp, selflove, strength, yourself

Major Issues

The tone of my blog is mostly lighthearted as this is the vibe I try to share and attract to others, with as much humor as appropriately possible. This mentality keeps me positive and in good spirits, but there are naturally times when it is important to be more serious. Today I want to discuss the importance of loving yourself and the best ways to show yourself the tender love it so desperately needs.

One of the most important things to becoming a stronger and overall better person is loving yourself first. If you aren’t happy with yourself then everything you project out into the world will also hold some of this unhappiness and come on now, that’s not fair to anybody else. This by no way means being happy and showing love all the time because we all know that is not realistic or possible. Some days I…

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Ending a relationship

boyfriend, date, dating, depression, ending, girlfriend, happy, love, mental health, relationship, relationships, romance, romantic

Be Happy Now

I used to think a person could make me happy.

Honey, I’m here to tell you – that person is YOU.

A little more than a year ago, I was still in one of my first real, healthy relationships. He was good to me. He LOVED me.

Actually, he loved me more than I thought anyone ever would.

I found myself thinking that love would help me love myself, and love my life even more.

That wasn’t the case.

If you have someone like that in your life – GOOD. That’s an amazing thing. But don’t get lost in the idea that THAT love and THAT relationship can make you happy in all aspects of your life.

It can’t.

Only YOU  can do that.

I found myself staying with him only for those reasons. Not because of how I felt about him, or how we gelled together, or how I…

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Running away… From everything

anxiety , depression , erotic industry , family , prostitution , relationships , sex industry . sex work , society

A life in the shadows

Dear people,

It’s been a long time since I wrote something.
That’s simply because my involvement in the erotic industry became almost non-exist
for the last two years now.
I was doing normal jobs in the meantime.
My last job went quite well (read: a job I could  keep for more than a year).

Unfortunately my anxiety and depression kicked in badly.
I told my boss a few months ago I wanted to quit my job to study again.
First problem. I didn’t have a plan and I still don’t have a plan.
Second problem. I didn’t tell my family. They still think I’m going back to work in January.
I’m so afraid to dissappoint them.
Telling them I have a bad, life-threatening illness (hypothetically) still seems easier to do than just telling the truth.

I’m tired. I want to run far away from all the deceit, lies, lies…I’ve told…

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All of the ugly parts of me

ugly, self, self esteem, self confidence, self image, friend, friends, friendship, relationship, relationships

Katey Writes About

Are you ready to see the ugly parts of me?

All the scars that aren’t healed just yet, and the new ones that surfaced,

The cuts and bruises of my present struggles,

The horror stories of my past,

All the flaws and imperfections of this being,

The dark corners of my soul,

The deep labyrinth of my personality,

And the circles of hell in my mind.


Are you ready to swim the oceans of my poison?

The bite marks that defined my battles,

The burning acids that I mistook as wine,

The riptide of my emotions,

All the pain that were masked as affection,

And the leash of myself that binded me enslaved.


For as long as you embrace my brokenness,

And is ready to take the leap,

I will ask you to leave me be,

Unless you’ll want to see all the ugly parts of me.

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