Bouncing back. Getting up again. Beaten down and rising from

the ashes like the Phoenix. Overcoming failure and discouragement. Going for it again.

Why are some of us good

at it and others not so much?

Resilience is not necessarily based on generation, gender, cultural affinity, location or situation. It seems to be ingrained in certain people; they just have what it takes.

For others, who have been beaten down repeatedly, it becomes a matter of fortitude and determination. Sheer will-power. They have to fight not only their surrounding circumstances, but themselves as well. That is no simple matter. So what does it take to become resilient?

First, it requires that you make a decision; maybe two. 1) That you will not let this thing, whatever it is, overwhelm you. You will not let it win. And, 2) that you will fight, FIGHT, to overcome it. If these decisions are not made right up front, you do not stand a chance.

Second, you will need to surround yourself with friends of equal mind, kindred spirits, who share your dreams and goals in life. Do NOT hold back from seeking their advice, solace, and wisdom.

Third, you will want to set timely goals or check-points along the way for evaluating your recovery. How well am I bouncing back? Have trusted friends also give you feedback on how you’re doing. Be assured that setbacks will assail you; that’s life. But you are not back at Square-One. It’s just a setback.

Finally, and I hesitate to suggest this because so many of us use this as a scapegoat for being responsible- try PRAYING. (not for relief but for strength and wisdom) There’s something that cleanses the heart, mind, & soul through prayer. So, Christian or otherwise, try talking to the ceiling: you may just be pushing beyond it.

Resilience is every bit as much a matter of faith as it is fortitude. It is a determination within your soul that has its expression in the lives we live. Don’t hold back.

You can teach yourself to bounce back. Keep practicing. One day it will come more naturally.

Source: Resilience

My Veins

I can’t take it anymore. Its inside of me. Your DNA is growing inside of me, and every time I look in the mirror I am reminded that you were once apart of me. I love you. I loved you with everything I had. I gave you all of me. I let you see parts of me I was too scared to show myself. I fought for this. For us. Why won’t you? Why just give up? We were supposed to go for it. We were supposed to prove to everyone else we could last. That we could make it work. Not for the baby, but for us. We were supposed to be the couple that kept it together and showed everyone else we would make it out of the storm alive. My veins burn with the non existing touch of your skin on mine. Where it used to be. I miss waking up and rolling over into your arms in the morning. I miss your sleepy voice and your sleepy face. I miss you. I wish you had the same feelings for me as I do for you. I wish we were on the same page. I wish my love was strong enough to keep us together. But you’d rather do you. Thats what I was scared of. I was scared I wasn’t good enough, because I wasn’t. I was afraid to believe it was the real deal, because it wasn’t. I would always talk about how people didn’t last these days…because I knew deep down we were just amother statistic. We weren’t supposed to be, but everything was one sided. I loved you too much. You didn’t love me at all. I can feel it in my veins.


Source: My Veins

An open letter to you

I didn’t really realize it until now, until you’re with someone else trying to forget my name and I am , well, I’m here. I’m really not into writing things like these and I’m not into sappy love stories but you need to know.
I’m not sure if it’s easier to act like strangers,  I have tried it but has not helped.
I guess I just want you to know the reason behind my madness.

I started to date you because I wanted to be better than my friend. But boy am I lucky to have actually loved you. You are very firm in your beliefs. Everything is very black and white with you. Wrong or right. You always thought partying was not okay. We would argue about it it daily because I thought that was fun and what I wanted. Now, no one cares if I get wasted. That is not what I want.
You do not believe I have changed or I realize right from wrong. You did not change me, you just showed me the person I am capable of being. I think the saddest part is, you are not here to see it.
I wish you were. You always cared. Now you don’t and I don’t get it.
I love you for everything that you are and nothing that you are not. Every quality about is a reason and all the things that you lack are not important. You are the most compassionate and caring dork I have ever met. I love your thoughts,actions, dreams and words. You don’t even remember why you loved me.
I can tell you every reason why I fell in love like how you play magic and laughed at my really bad jokes. Now you can’t even remember the reason why you ever messaged.
I really can’t blame you, I did not appreciate you. I can’t move on because i feel so guilty. I know I could loved you better and I know who I am now.
I do want you to be happy, you are the most amazing person I met and you should be happy. But I can not be happy for you. The reason is because the way you’re stopping being hurt is replacing me. You are trying to forget the memories and be in a new relationship. The truth is, it is not a new relationship if you are replacing ours with someone new.
You brought me roses at least once a week just to see me smile. We saved a poor kitten named Kitty. You , me and Big Balls had the best cuddle sessions.  If you are doing this because I beat you in rummy or because I eat all your candy and French fries. If this is because Diego loves me more and I stole all your clothes, then I am sorry . I am also sorry for wasting months of your life creating memories that don’t mean shit to you
The best memories i have,  have you in them so I am sorry for not moving on. I believe there is some a possibility because I know I truly know I have changed. Its okay if you don’t , I don’t blame you.
I don’t know how to end this letter.
Please send help, I need to how you forgot and stopped caring so fast. I need to know how you can replace and act like strangers.
I would be okay with this all if you didn’t replace me in every aspect.