Quieting My Mind
basically a summary of my journal entries recognizing my humanity and providing solutions ᝰ.ᐟ
Quieting My Mind
basically a summary of my journal entries recognizing my humanity and providing solutions ᝰ.ᐟ
Journal Entry:
𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈
... See moreJournal entry: Phantom Limb
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞
... See moreCan I ask—when you catch yourself yearning for the chaos or the old laughter, what do you usually do in that moment? Do you sit with it, distract yourself, or try to reach out?
Honestly, I just let myself feel the pain and the grief because it essentially is similar to actually losing somebody in your life. You're not seeing this person hardly ever. But it goes back to what I was saying too with me being at peace, feeling comfortable and still and almost stagnant in a way. Because when you are recommending ideas of creating chaos on my own, like doing something spontaneous, that makes me anxious doing something on my own. If I'm there with somebody, I feel security. But on my own, I feel very unsafe. And it's not that I don't trust myself. If anything, I trust myself more when I'm around other people, because now I feel like I have to think for myself and the other person. So in that way, I know that I'm making ultimately the best decision for myself and the other person. But for me, spontaneous nights and laughter that I miss is being on campus, going to somebody's dorm or walking around campus and ending up somewhere we probably shouldn't be, talking to new people, making new inside jokes with each other, getting ready to go absolutely nowhere just to take videos and post it on Instagram. Her telling me these bullshit stories about these boys and I just sit there and listen. Giving her my advice, knowing that she was never going to take it to begin with. Being in each other's closets, waiting on each other after class, having a space that I can be at where it's not only my room, I can go to her room. Eating together, walking together. And I'm not saying that I'm not grateful for where I am now, but being home, I don't have that same freedom in a sense. And even when the opportunity is presented, I'm kind of more reserved and not willing to make memories on that level because to me, it just feels like it won't be the same. And I feel guilty for not allowing myself to create new memories with other friends. I can't just sit in this space and not allow myself to do something new. I can't just sit in this space and not allow myself to do something new. Also, when I think about these memories, I think about how I was feeling at this moment in time where I felt so alone. I had all of these opportunities around me, and I still felt alone. I still felt like our friendship was so surface-level in so many different ways. I think that's what hurts the most, because when I really needed her, she was not there for me. But if the littlest thing were to happen, she's sending me 15 voice notes, and I'm listening to every single one of them, dissecting every last thing that she's saying. Because that's the type of friend that I am. So I know in a way I'm not losing anything, I'm not missing out on anything regarding that friendship. It just hurts, and I do miss the memories that were created. I miss the humor, I miss the inside jokes, I miss the codenames we gave people. I miss that. But also, I need to know and understand that we're in our third year, and what we were doing on campus, our first and second year, wouldn't even be the reality of our third year, kind of, because, I don't know, I'm kind of making excuses, but it's not the same being in your third year, because you're forced to live off campus. But she was the one to force me to go out to events, because she wanted to go to these events, and we were just a dynamic duo. And I know if it wasn't for her, I probably wouldn't be going out. Similar to now, where I'm just chilling and kicking it by myself, anxious just from the thought of going to something alone, or even going to something with new-formed friendships. I need something secure, but I don't have that security.
Journal Prompt: Uselessness of the MAN
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲. 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞
... See moreJournal entry: Overcoming GUILT and replacing it with drive
𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲. 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫
... See more1. Drive from scarcity vs. drive from vision
Almost a year ago I was based in a survival mindset, which pushed me to go out and get a job (which i hated) but now i’m in a different arena. shifting from desperation “I’ll work so I don’t go broke” to “I’ll work because I see who I want to become and what excites me.” That’s scarier in some ways because it requires imagination and persistence but this is the vision based drive I’m currently in.
2. The guilt loop
Guilt is wasted energy of the mind, transform instead of letting it spiral into self-punishment. Treat it like a dashboard light in your car: “Okay, something’s off—let me adjust my actions today, not hate myself for yesterday.” Take tiny steps toward your goal
3. Creating artificial hunger
This method didn’t work because i’m not in fight or flight. try other methods like seeking mentorship, telling someone about an idea so they can hold me accountable, create a deadline
Journal Entry: The Ache of Pure Intention
𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐓𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞—𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥—𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤.
𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐚𝐦. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝
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