You ARE Worthy!
Mental Health: Your Voice is Your Power
You are not alone. You will survive. You will be happy.
You are loved. You are worth it. You are Valiant!
You are loved. You are worth it. You are Valiant!
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Standing alone is okay
Your voice. Your power. In this day and age, it’s so easy to associate our voices with that of others. We do so till the point that it’s hard to even have any voice of our own. With everything being on social media, it’s easy to get lost in the mass, but remember you still have you.
At times, it may seem weird to stand alone because everyone else believes something you don’t. However, you can be different. There is no pressure to necessarily disagree with others only for the purpose of being different, but if you believe in something that others don’t , you can stand up for yourself.
Yes. Stand alone. There can be a lot of pressure around us to conform with the general public and sometimes that can be overwhelming but remember, you have the power to be you. You can stand up for yourself and what is right. So what if your followers don’t agree? So what if your friends think differently? Your voice, your power.
At times, it may seem weird to stand alone because everyone else believes something you don’t. However, you can be different. There is no pressure to necessarily disagree with others only for the purpose of being different, but if you believe in something that others don’t , you can stand up for yourself.
Yes. Stand alone. There can be a lot of pressure around us to conform with the general public and sometimes that can be overwhelming but remember, you have the power to be you. You can stand up for yourself and what is right. So what if your followers don’t agree? So what if your friends think differently? Your voice, your power.
Body and Spirit Align
Written by Anonymous
There are a lot of feelings that I have toward my body, most of which are negative. I seem to depend on others for validation. It's a roller coaster of highs and lows. Some days, I feel very beautiful physically, while other times, I don't. There was a point in time when I would feel unattractive. Then after I was touched by a man, I would feel okay. Now, although I enjoy sex and need sex, when Im not craving it, I don’t want it no matter how much my partner might push. I listen to my bodily cravings, but I mostly feel like its my body having the sex and not me.
This isn’t always the case, but there are a substantial amount of times when my spirit feels completely detached from my body. When the sex is done, my body feels abused. It feels like I have to reconnect back into my body. It doesn't feel like my body any longer. I have to race through so many mental battles, never truly resolving anything. After the sexual encounter, I have to rebuild the little shield that is usually up to protect my spirit from touching, interacting, and associating with what happened to my body. There are days when its easier to keep the facade of being okay with sex than days. But sometimes I can’t pretend, and I have to ask for my partner to stop.
The truth that I know is that my body is my own. It's not any man’s. It is not the definition of who I am, but is it a part of who I am. I was given this body by my Creator. It is a healthy, blessed, and attractive body. My spirit is housed in this body. My spirit is not the same as my body, but they are connected. When one is hurt, the other feels it deeply. I can no longer ignore the pain that my spirit is in. I can no longer use my body to soothe the pain that my spirit is in.
I choose to break that pattern. When the opportunity of sex arises, but my spirit is not in the right place, I will listen to that voice, that gut feeling, that tells me that I cannot engage in intimacy in that moment. I will vocalize that thought no matter how scary. I will share it. I will only have sex when my spirit agrees with my body.
This isn’t always the case, but there are a substantial amount of times when my spirit feels completely detached from my body. When the sex is done, my body feels abused. It feels like I have to reconnect back into my body. It doesn't feel like my body any longer. I have to race through so many mental battles, never truly resolving anything. After the sexual encounter, I have to rebuild the little shield that is usually up to protect my spirit from touching, interacting, and associating with what happened to my body. There are days when its easier to keep the facade of being okay with sex than days. But sometimes I can’t pretend, and I have to ask for my partner to stop.
The truth that I know is that my body is my own. It's not any man’s. It is not the definition of who I am, but is it a part of who I am. I was given this body by my Creator. It is a healthy, blessed, and attractive body. My spirit is housed in this body. My spirit is not the same as my body, but they are connected. When one is hurt, the other feels it deeply. I can no longer ignore the pain that my spirit is in. I can no longer use my body to soothe the pain that my spirit is in.
I choose to break that pattern. When the opportunity of sex arises, but my spirit is not in the right place, I will listen to that voice, that gut feeling, that tells me that I cannot engage in intimacy in that moment. I will vocalize that thought no matter how scary. I will share it. I will only have sex when my spirit agrees with my body.