It's easy to get down on yourself when things don't go as planned. The important thing is how you react and how you feel about yourself afterwards.
There was a point in my life, back in 2005 and earlier, when I couldn’t exercise regularly. I really wanted to, I knew I should, but I couldn’t.
Some of you might be in this boat today.
When I put the mic to my chest I want you to scream as loud as you can
without passing out.
sound crushing reality echoes around me
You might have uttered the title of this post before — I know I did when I tried to quit smoking. And when I considered giving up meat, cheese, sugar, and more.
Have a powerful reason — when things get difficult, “because it sounds nice” or “to look good” aren’t going to cut it.
Start tiny, with a simple but unbreakable promise to yourself to do one small thing every single day.
Managing your income and expenses is an important part of being well. Get control over your financial wellness with these budgeting tips!
Sharing your story in your own way isn't easy. It takes time, committment and a lot of introspection to do, but with love and time, it could change everything.
It can be easy to love others; loving ourselves doesn't come so easily. But you are worth it. Take time to get to know yourself and love the person you are.
As a 15 year old, my life wasn't how you expect a normal teenager's life would be. I was suffering in silence. I was bullied at the age of 11 and I cut myself for the first time. The first time I did, I pretended nothing happened and moved on. As I transitioned into high school, I started to feel sad and I pushed everyone around me away. I started to feel anxious in public. I would have panic attacks as I entered the school building. I had no idea about what to do and where to go. I just stayed home because I was just scared to be at school.
Ever since I was in grade 6, I have been bullied non-stop because I was different. I always knew that I was different in some way. I was always a tomboy and people bullied me because of it. They use to call me names and throw things at me like balls, rocks and they occasionally hit me. As I got into grade 7 and 8 it just kept getting worst and worst, by the time I got to grade 9 I figured something else about me that I could sense was different about me. In the middle of grade 9 I can out of the closet. I am Bi.