Hello you ! Je te souhaite la bienvenue dans ma petite boîte à trésors ! Je m'appelle Angela, j'ai 22 ans et j'aime les mots. Depuis longtemps, je m'amuse à les récolter et à les garder précieusement et puis un jour j'ai décidé de leur donner vie et de les partager avec d'autres, aujourd'hui avec toi. La vie n'est pas toujours très clémente, peu importe notre âge ou d'où l'on vient. Je sais qu'elle ne l'a pas toujours été avec moi, voilà pourquoi j'ai créé ce petit refuge. Parce que je crois sincèrement que les mots peuvent apaiser certaines douleurs, à défaut de les guérir. Je met du c½ur dans mes articles parce que chaque texte, chaque citation raisonne en moi. Tu tomberas parfois sur des textes que j'aurais moi-même écrit, sache que la plupart d'entre eux sont nés dans des moments vraiment douloureux pour moi. Pourquoi je te dis tout ça ? Et bien, parce que maintenant que tu es ici, ce blog, tu as le pouvoir de le faire vivre autant que moi. Tu peux le garder pour toi, y venir quand tu le souhaites, mais tu peux aussi le faire partager à d'autres. Je tiens beaucoup à ce blog et j'espère que tu l'aimeras autant que moi !
Pour ceux et celles qui ne sont pas doués en Anglais, pas de panique !
[ Chaque article a son doubletraduiten Français dans le Blog Secret! ]
Celui-ci est ouvert à tous à partir du moment où vous me suivez et que je vous suis en retour, il vous suffit de cliquer sur les trois petits c½urs ( ♥~♥~♥ ) présents sur chaque articles et ils vous mèneront à la traduction. Sachez que je traduis moi-même toutes les citations du blog, cela me prend du temps alors faîte au moins l'effort de laisser un petit signe de votre passage lorsque vous visitez mon petit monde, ça me fera vraiment plaisir ! Je suis présente sur Twitter et Tumblr pour ceux/celles que ça intéresse. Si vous voulez discuter, n'hésitez pas, je n'ai jamais mordu personne !
. . 1. Healing is being patient with yourself. It is going easy on yourself and not constantly questioning why you feel the way you do. 2. Healing is not giving in to every desire and urge. The urge to call them up. The desire to see their pictures. The urge to eat the whole jar of nutella. 3. Healing is being with yourself. It is acknowledging your thoughts and feelings and dealing with them rather than indulging in destructive coping mechanisms. 4. But healing is also knowing that sometimes you have to acknowledge the presence of a particular thought or feeling and then simply move on realizing that it's a trap, it doesn't exist, it's not an actual problem or cause of worry but just something your insecurities and anxiety have inflated. 5. Healing is accepting that them being happy or not honestly has nothing on your life or how happy you can be. That because they chose to leave and never looked back, there is no correlation between your lives. Them being happy without you may hurt at first but in the long run it really has no relation to your life and is definitely not a restriction to you leading a happy life too. They are doing their thing, you can do yours. 6. Healing is not being rigid. Yes, you thought you would visit that place or watch that movie with him but now he is gone. Or you wanted to look a certain way or be a certain someone by the time you were 25. Let go of that idea. Embrace who you are now. Enjoy the beauty of that movie and place anyway. How fun is a predictable story or the spoilers of a book anyway? Enjoy the plot twists of your life. They do come with redemption. 7. Healing is being able to enjoy the little things again. It's not being bored with every book you read or any TV show you watch or not noticing the grin on that child's face dirty with chocolate ice cream. Healing is being mindful again.
“Maybe you're the girl that texts first, who overanalyzes every message before sending, wanting it to say exactly what's on her mind. Maybe you find yourself falling in love too easily, or giving your heart away like it's a pin attached to the edge of your sweater sleeve. Maybe you're the girl who has feelings for the boy who's unsure, and you find yourself reading quote after quote about love, wondering if you'll ever truly find it. Maybe you're the girl who had always cared too much, putting everyone else's heart before her own.
I realise today that I am completely alone in the battlefield. In this war to freedom, no one is standing by my side. I am on my own and I know there are storms coming my way. I can feel them in the distance. And though I may be terrified, I will not hide, I will not run. I know that the only way out is through so I will walk, head held hight with my eyes locked on what I seek. And when they hit, as hard as they possibly can, bloody and bruised I will stand still. Teeth clentched, I will take anything that comes my way. And if sometimes I fall, bloody and bruised I will get back up and keep walking until the next wave.
Bring it on. Go ahead, all you have, throw it my way. Roar, shout, hit me all you want. Use all the words you have, the violent ones, the worse ones. Play it dirty. Try to break my soul, piece by piece. Go ahead, I'll be standing right here. Use all the hatred you have, it will only make it more worth it in the end. Because I will not stop anymore. The crystal cage you built is falling appart. And I will keep fighting through for my life, my happiness, my peace of mind. I am fighting for me - past, present and future - and nothing will stop me. No matter the cost, I won't look back.
It took me years to understand and accept that I can't reason with you. It's useless, and tiring, and painful. I understand who you are and why you do the things you do but you will never understand me, or even want to. You are incappable of that. So I am sorry dad, but I am done waiting for you to become the man I thought you could be.
“The tragedy is people see you as a victim and they keep seeing you as a victim because you talk about the thing that hurt you. Because you talk about your trauma. Because you discuss the thing that tore you appart. They do not understand that talking about it, being brave enough to face it, understanding it and allowing others to see all of your vulnerability is courage at its rawest.You are a survivor because you are not silent. Do not allow others to define your survival because they lack the patience to understanding. The courage to hear it.”
“You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won't let you sleep. You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you. Someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match to your skin. You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you, who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions. You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom. Who flies with you and isn't afraid to fall. You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings youhope, coffee and poetry.”