Growth is Uncomfortable. The prospect of the new, exciting. The thoughts of the past, criticising.
Aside from the fact that rates of divorce are increasing at an unprecedented level amongst 'grown-up adults' (therefore not setting the bar high for marriage amongst children and the coming generations) - Young people are also faced with the recent phenomenal complexity of gender identity politics; an exhaustive list of terms which one may identify their sexuality to; shallow representations of relationships portrayed by the media; as well as the instant accessibility to social networks that comes with the now normalised constant internet usage.
Once the cracks could no longer tolerate the embarrassing naivety at which I was handling my daily life affairs, it finally gave way and erupted into a volcanic explosion; giving way to what came to be the year 2018.
Because high sensitivity is widely misunderstood, the behavior of Highly Sensitive People can frustrate others. Being highly sensitive doesn’t make a person weak, but it does mean HSPs have to manage themselves and their relationships, work, and lives differently than most people in order to thrive.
This subtle shift in the focus of the pattern of the couple's arguments usually occurs early in the relationship. Because this pattern is so subtle and hard to initially identify, our culture has been slow to identify it as abuse.
Confidence, I guess is subjective. Some people perfectly personify it: *cough* narcissists *cough* Others believe one can 'look' confident and therefore place more attention on their outward appearance; whereas others place more value on the 'act' of confidence. Whatever the correct answer may be, true confidence goes a long way in....
Stop giving so much of yourself, your thoughts and your emotions to those who are not reciprocating your good intentions. If they cared, they would never take you for granted. Now go out there, and start not giving a fxck to those who don’t deserve your fxcks. THE END. Yours Truly, 🌹 V.O.L
"Hey sis, how do I become like these women?" I swift my gaze from my phone to hers, and analyse the pictures being displayed: Successful women. My mind in a spiral, I wonder if I should give her a cliché response. You know... one of those typical quotes you see floating around the internet that we all love? "Comparison is the thief of joy" etc?
I can recall walking past River Island and TopShop with longing eyes, knowing that at the time I couldn't quite afford their trendy clothes, but not ceasing to try them on in the changing rooms and taking mirror selfies - yearning for the days where I could comfortably fork out £40 on a pair of good quality jeans.
I intently stare at my tear streamed face in the mirror and as though in a trance, transport myself to fifteen years ago; standing at this exact spot. ** I feel nostalgic as I stand behind my younger self, longingly gazing at my optimistic and enthusiastic 11 year old persona: "I can't wait to be… Continue reading The Fictional Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic