Be in control at all times. Don’t allow anyone or anything control how you see or deal with a situation or circumstance. You know how to deal with struggle so allow your experiences to guide your moves and your mindset Despite it getting difficult and tiring, relax and think everything through. Control yourself! Don’t allow situations to bring out anger, bitterness, or resentment. Walk away if you have to. You are in control.
5 Steps to winning the war against invasive thoughts.
Leave a Warning to Others
You have all the power and ability to change your mind and shift the negative energy and make it go away for good. Don’t give the invasive thoughts the power to take over your mind and make you feel insane. You are in charge of your sanity and negativity can not take your own autonomy and self-control. Switch it up right when you feel it creeping up. Don’t allow your mind to turn on itself. You are in control. You will always be in charge. Time to take back your mind. Declare the war. You will win.
Don’t unpack your bags in a place that will harm your progress and make you feel like you don’t deserve better. Settling in dangerous territory will only open your wombs and create chaos in your mind. Better is always and will always be an option. Staying in toxic places and situations is a step backwards. Move forward in your already achieved progress. Don’t put your things down until you know its for your betterment.
Maybe its because I’m obsessed with extremes that I’m able to believe in maximum potential even when other people don’t.
Even when it appears undoable, just the thought and possibility in something great is the backbone to change and innovation.
Unless we think outside the box or normality nothing new will come out of an idea.
Be revolutionary, be an outcast.
I, the spectator
See the world a canvas
An empty canvas
Where we see, we feel in our own perspective
The world is but a perception of the spectator
We create the stories
The stories of the people we encounter
The Landscapes we see
and the moments we capture
I, the spectator rule over anything I place on my empty canvas
The spectator quiet and observing
Creates and Destroys
In our own heads, through our own eyes
We are the creator and the creation
We speculate and we analyze
We criticize and we televize
Just passing by
We recreate everything that is perceived
We are the spectators
My nerves spilled and scattered on the pavement
I couldn’t gather them as I trudged and dragged my exhaustion to class that day
I carried what I could of last night’s sleep, maybe 3 hours, and the anxiety, a monster growing in the pit of my stomach drowning me till the world seemed like a blurry smudge painting
My last year of college came to me like a ton of bricks delivered to my front doorstep
My life turned into a war since I started to worry
My perfectionist tendencies paired with the thoughts of deadlines…no motivation…and a fear of tomorrow. It made a nice soup ready for panic, don’t you think?
I stirred myself daily but still seemed to make it to every class, do every assignment, and manage a research project
That’s how I was last year
I sat in a office with a woman I told myself to maybe once a week hoping that my fear of living will transform into something else
That’s how I was last year
When I reminisce and think back, I feel how I felt, that numb yet nervous feeling
I can still feel it there, lingering
Last year, I didn’t want to wake up to the sun rising and I didn’t triumph for completing 3 years of college
I dreaded the thought of every day coming, long days turning into long nights, a hungry stomach, and the quarantine I built around my sanity
That was last year
I don’t know how I seemed to make it a whole year later though
In the midst of the strains and labor pains of reality, I managed to give birth to a project
This project spiraled in me October of 2015 until it was born
I named her SparklyWarTanks
I made her to fight back
To win the war
To let my sanity free
Every time I wrote something I saved myself and I took another ingredient out of the soup
I typed, pounded my fingers on my keyboard, to explain the motive for the birth of something new in me
I wanted to save another woman’s life while saving my own too
I wanted to burst out and say:
“Take care of yourself, take care of your mind, and your body!”
“You are important and you matter.”
“You are powerful and worthy, and beautiful. You don’t need anyone to tell you.”
Of course those were messages I needed someone to tell me, but instead I became the billboard
The more I wrote, the more I felt the walls crumbling, the walls crowding and containing my sanity were falling
I found the key to the cage of my anxiety which surrounded my quarantined sanity
In october of 2016, grown into an adult, SparklyWarTanks evolved into a vision, into a foundation for women empowerment and mental health, one project exploded into a space, a place, a sanctuary to be safe
My anxiety transformed its face into the partner of ideas and the employer of a plan, it turned into passion.
So as I write, I write to the woman who hates herself and to the one with depression, I write to the woman with the eating disorder and to the ones living on the streets, I’m writing to the ones going through a midlife crisis and self-realization, I write to the mother and to the survivor, I write to the women who hurt and the ones who are stressed, I write to the powerful women and the ones making a difference, I write to the lawyers, and doctors, and writers, and motivators, and to our future
I write to support our next generation of women
That we stand up for ourselves and never hold our sanity hostage
That we declare our independence from expectation and perfectionism
That we defend ourselves and fight for our will to wake up peacefully and unafraid
If I could sum up how I’ve changed from last year to this year, I would simply say
I let my sanity free
This year is not a year of new things, its a year of continuation. We keep telling ourselves that we will start something and we never do. We tell ourselves things will be different but yet we stay the same. Why is that? Instead of feeding ourselves false dreams and goals, a new illusion, we should instead tell ourselves we must let go what holds us back and keep doing what keeps us going. We must do more of our passions and work on taking away our miseries. Our goals should build based on what we already accomplished and not add to the list of unaccomplished empty nothingness. This year is a year we work with ourselves. We love ourselves. We care for ourselves. Do things that we have to do.
This is the year we put ourselves first before anyone else because we are important too. This year will start a series of connections and links that will build to a point where we can’t be put down over the same tired circumstances and situations.
This year is a year of continuous building and tearing. We’ve been through a transition, now we work with the change.