Lately I’ve Been Seeing Lots Of Posts On Here Saying Things Like “how To Be A Better Person”, Or
lately i’ve been seeing lots of posts on here saying things like “how to be a better person”, or “how to be a classy woman” and while i think they have the right ideas at heart, they’re just being very obtuse with the words they choose.
to be a better person you don’t have to speak 7 languages, or only eat raw vegan, or even let everyone tell you their problems.
to be classy you don’t have to have perfectly flat, fly-away-free glossy hair.
the people i see saying these things aren’t thinking about actually being better;
to be good isn’t to be perfect, to be classy doesn’t mean you have to be a white woman with straight blonde hair.
what made me a much better person was realizing i wasn’t a good person.
most of the people giving this advice don’t realize it’s not going to change your life, it won’t make you smart or kind to wear the colors that match your skin tone best. though you might look great, that doesn’t solve the pain.
i think you all deserve some advice from someone with mental illness, who isn’t vegan, who isn’t perfectly tidy, or even popular.
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i became a softer, kinder, person when i sat down and saw who i really was, a self centered, mean, sad, bully.
i am fortunate enough to has access to therapy, which absolutely helped me but i did a lot more growth on my own. i’m not gonna say journal, or do shadow work because that meant nothing to me at the time, not to say i don’t journal but whatever, what actually helped me was spending time outside.
i called it “outside time”, original i know, but genuinely everyday for months straight i would go out on the porch in the mornings (i started in winter and through spring - cooler months are best) and i would sit. alone. with nothing but my mind, a piece of paper and a pencil, and the sound of birds and the breeze. it became integral for my day, i had to do it or i didn’t have a good day. these moments were the times i wrote my best poems, or saw myself as who i truly was. i got back into reading and ate through book after book.
spending time outside with nothing but the universe and classical music playing gave me time to ask the universe some questions. i asked her how i got here, what i need to change, why she lead me to this realization, and i got my answer every time.
no, god didn’t come down and speak to me, the stars didn’t write it out, and no one actually said anything. the universe told me through memories, late night conversations with myself, and daydreams of better lives.
i picked up some things through this healing process that i think had a hand in my softening.
baking, cooking in general. though it started as a new year resolution, i learned it’s my love language. sharing my recipes and taking requests, it makes me feel wanted.
i started sleeping better, which was a breakthrough for me. i was prescribed a sleeping medication for chronic insomnia, and it’s helped a lot.
i started spending more time on self care.
now this is what i saw a lot of in the posts i was talking about. i saw lots of, “start a keto diet, start doing face masks, shower twice a week, always go on a run or workout!”
but that’s not what i mean. i started washing my makeup off at night, a revelation for someone with such awful depression at the time. i started brushing my teeth which certainly wasn’t a priority when i was rotting in bed everyday. i learned how to properly care for my curls. i even just left dr.pepper for tea. don’t get me wrong i have a dr.pepper sat next to me right now. i never cut it out i just laid off it.
one of the far more controversial aspects i changed was, not letting everybody dump their trials and tribulations onto me. i have always been very empathetic and therefore seen as a person to talk to about your troubles. and while i tried my best, i don’t have the advice a 50 year old woman in the middle of a divorce is looking for (and i was asked for it). i didn’t just let people tell me what they were going through. it seems cruel but it really helped me let go. i always described my mental health as those statues in dispicable me that slowly get crushed. and most of that came from listening to everyone’s thoughts and also carrying my own.
inevitably i had to stop. i had to let people know i wasn’t the person who could help them, and when i would listen my advice was, “i suggest you talk to someone better equipped for these issues”. i lead a lot of people to school counseling, or even social services at times. but i never forced them to take the steps to get better, because they were never my responsibility.
of course i wanted to help, sometimes i understood more than you could imagine, i never said it, because when someone reached out for help i chose to grab their hand and lead them to the real recuse team. because you and i are not trained therapists, we aren’t cps, we aren’t letting ourselves be crushed.
growing for me meant guiding people to the people who helped me. i wasn’t mentally prepared for someone to share a trauma or a struggle, i had and still have my own to work through.
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all this is to say; no one grows the same way. maybe for some, reading classic literature changed their mentality in life, but i find books from the 1800s boring; and maybe some people feel classiest in all gold jewelry, maybe i don’t get it.
that’s just not what i think would save me. so, if you’re trying to carry yourself with more kindness, if you want to be the ‘it girl’, if you plan to be your best. before you jump to a new wardrobe or a drastic diet change, try spending time with your head. no stimulation, no music or books or anything. sit and color in a coloring book by an open window. ask the universe how you got here, and wait.
frighting with your head won’t get you where you dream to be, sometimes work has to stop for you to start again.
i really hope that the people who truly do want to change, find the right ways to.
with all my love, i am rooting for you.
love, K
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i never talk about this but i’m feeling especially sad about it cause i’m on my period so i’m gonna rant to you all!
i have several physical disabilities and recently my neurologist presented the possibility of seizures being the culprit causing my fainting spells. i took the last year of school (10th/sophomore) off and resting and healing, so i left public school and started online. obviously that sucked cause i didn’t get to see my tc who for now i’ll call W. it was hard, he is one of the greatest people i’ve ever known and after a year in his class we became close so i continued to email him throughout my past school year away.
this year the plan was to return to school, i would be at a private religious school (im not religious but it is just one of the better schools in my area) and i would most likely be placed back into W’s class given how small of a school it is.
that whole plan might be thrown out the window. my mother is considering the idea of “home bound” it’s a government thing that is free schooling where a teacher would come to my home three days a week to teach. i, under no circumstance, would be able to work along side W ever again. which is devastating.
in all honesty i hated school, i was bullied, i was severely su!cid!al, and it worsened my health, leaving last year was a great idea. but i’ve been entirely alone most days all year, given my family works and i do not. i don’t have a car or license and if i have a seizure disorder i never will. again devastating.
basically this is all to say i won’t get to see W, he and i used to have what he called our “book club” every lunch. he’d sit at his desk and id usually pull a chair near his desk and he’d read while we ate. he read me great gatsby, he read a few nonfiction books, he read poetry, he read so many beautiful books and i would sit and listen and it was truly the most amazing experience i’ve had at a school.
i want to go back and be in his class and see my friends, but i also hated the school, the nurse and several teachers tried to force me into confessing i was lying and never passed out and was just trying to leave school. i had many fainting spells, migraines, i have ehlers danlos syndrome (eds), so on multiple occasions i had dislocated joints in pe. but through all the awful shit that school put me through, W was there.
he would have days in class where he’d put on an educational film, he taught geography and history so usually something along those lines, and we’d all lay on the soft carpet in his room and he’d sit down on the floor with us.
he was so sweet and always so worried about me, i’d come in and he’d ask if i was dizzy or felt bad and always let me lay in the couch in his room if i wasn’t feeling well.
he was such a safe place. and now i might never been in his class again.
ig all i’m saying is it sucks losing my life to stupid shit like my disabilities. i was so happy at the idea of seeing W every day again and now i’m not sure i’ll be able to leave my home again.
it all sucks.
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please i need opinions or thoughts or hc’s about the newest schlagg vlog!!!! his giggle when he was waving at all the kids 🤭🤭
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first of all i LOVE vlogger!schlatt. there's something so nice and mundane about these videos, especially ones like this where he's communicating exclusively through captions. did he go there by himself? bc he mentioned the old guy taking pics for him. either way i'm so happy he got to take a break and enjoy himself in japan. it made me a little sad when he talks poorly about himself ("hideous glut") and i just want to hold him and tell him how much people love him :( he also has this wonderful balance between humorous and respectful. i love how he has captions in japanese in english :] him meeting that fan and mentioning him in his video was super cool too. i tried really hard to hear his giggle but i couldn't </33
i'm thinking about him going on this trip with you as a way to unplug and get away from everything in the states. he'd record a few things here and there, but he primarily would want this to be about you two getting a break and spending time together.
schlatt clearly has talent with videography and even photography, so i imagine him taking pictures of you during some of y'all's activities without any intent to share them. both of you would enjoy taking pics for memories rather than content. he wouldn't do it too often though. maybe just one or two and then putting the camera away so you guys can live and enjoy the moment.
i also thought it was cute when he talked about being nervous around heavy machinery. he'd hold your hand the before, during, and after the cable car ride. he'd squeeze your hand when you guys got on and off and if the car shook during the ride.
seeing him wave at children would definitely activate the baby fever just a bit. he likes to act like he's this big tough guy, but it's clearly at least mostly an act. seeing this kinder, gentler, and more quiet version of him was extremely refreshing and maybe even surprising considering the persona he portrays online.
he'd hold your hand every step of the way in the city. he'd just want to make sure you're safe and secure next to him, not wanting you to get lost or bothered by anyone.
he'd want to be as lowkey as possible during the trip. i'm not sure how much of his fanbase is in japan, but you guys are there to get away from everything and just enjoy the country and each other. he'd say hello to fans if they approached him (if they did it respectfully), and kindly asking them not to take or post any pictures of or with him.
i'm just so glad he got to have some time to be a human.
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i’ve talked about this before, that i’m not very able to go to school. i have disabilities and mental illness blah blah. it makes school a really tricky thing, don’t get me wrong, i’d live in mr.k’s classroom if it meant i could always be around him! but i haven’t been to school in a month, and haven’t seen mr. k since last semester!
i’m getting greedy. i miss him and i keep rereading his emails and looking at pictures of us. i am genuinely missing him like he’s oxygen and when we last spoke i asked about his new classes, he said “they’re not you..but they’re nice”. i was in one of his first ever classes. this man had never taught solo before last semester and i was one of the first.
i miss him. i’m jealous of all the girls who sit and listen to him everyday. i sometimes wish i would’ve failed his class just so i could retake it. i wish i’d asked more questions, gave him full attention no matter what. i miss him so much.
i really need to go outside and get attention from a man jesus christ it’s like i’m a woman who lost her husband in the war
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