Day 8:
Day 8:
What do you hate about others? Why? What might that say about yourself?
Hate is such a strong word and I feel like there is so very little that I hate but if I had to categorize something, it would be the fact that people choose to hate others. What I am referring to is when people hate people who have to get abortions, people who are going through the journey of transition, people who fall in love with the same sex, or just people who choose to use their religion to spew hate.
I am in no way saying that people should all think one way because that would be ridiculous but at some point we have to stop letting hate rule our lives. If it is not hurting others, animals, or objectively morally wrong, I believe people should just be able to live their lives how they choose.
As for what that says about me, I think it just means that I am open-minded and mind my business, in general. There are always new things that I am learning every day and I will stumble every once in a while but I will never let hate ruin my heart. It is so toxic and I refuse to be someone that people dread to be around.
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And what if it does work out?
It will.
What does my childhood me need the most?
I think childhood me needs stability, reassurance, love, and peace. I know it could have been much worse, in comparison to other people’s childhood, but what I went through has affected me deeply.
I felt like I was in a constant state of turmoil, always walking on egg shells around my parents. I felt like we were always being pulled back and forth by both parents. We were pawns to them and used as excuses for them to live in their toxicity. They couldn’t live without each other and we suffered because of it.
I have never known what it was like to grow up with parents who loved each other selflessly. There were always restrictions in place and even when it came to us, I felt like they loved each other more than they ever loved us.
Because of all of this, I have been in a constant state of anxiety and that has followed me into my adult life. I am a mix of both of my parents, in the worst ways possible.
I wish I could go back and hug childhood me and let her know that I love her so much. I want her to speak her mind more instead of bottling it up. I know she has so much love to give.
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OK, I feel like I need to make a list because the point of this whole Tumblr was to stay on track and I have done nothing to stay on track. I have not started working out, I have not started eating better, and I am messier than ever.
I am going to make a weekly chart and hopefully, I can stick to it.
Again, hopefully, by posting it here, I will be able to stay on track!
Wish me Lucky!
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16 Shadow work prompts/ideas:
You can keep a journal, write and distroy it, or meditate on those questions and prompts.
Write an apology letter to yourself.
Why am I injured?
How do I honestly believe I am?
What does my childhood me need the most?
Am I hiding something from myself?
What are your self-sabotaging habits?
recognize those bad patterns.
What are my red flags and green flags?
Why do I struggle with ------?
Do I judge people?
What are the things I judge people for, but I do the same for myself?
Did you regret something?
What are your deepest fears and how have they held you back in life?
What is your love language and destructive act?
What is the worst feeling?
Do you recognize your feelings?
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Just a girl trying to fix her life one sad post and self-help video at a time. I have favorited way too many videos on Tik Tok that are supposed to change and I have finally decided that it is time to turn my life around. This page is so that I can stay accountable. Best, Lucky.
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