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- Every single day is to be thankful for this amazing journey!! #happythanksgiving ❤️ - - This life is to be thankful for! Just because I exist and I'm unique in this world, and so are you. No one can be you! 👊🏻 - - ¡Cada día es para estar agradecido por este increíble viaje! #DiadeAcciondeGracias - - Esta vida es para estar agradecido! Sólo porque existo y soy única en el mundo, y tú también. Nadie puede ser tu! - - - - - #inspiration #celebrate #god #belleza #beauty #family #latina #lifestyle #thankful #beautiful #happy #love #blessed #instagood #lover #followme #happiness #cute #style #follow #me #thanksgiving #look #dinner #igers #thankgod #myself #you
- Every single day is to be thankful for this amazing journey!! #happythanksgiving ❤️ - - This life is to be thankful for! Just because I exist and I& #39;m unique in this world, and so are you. No one can be you! 👊🏻 - - ¡Cada día es para estar agradecido por este increíble viaje! #DiadeAcciondeGracias - - Esta vida es para estar agradecido! Sólo porque existo y soy única en el mundo, y tú también. Nadie puede ser tu! - - - - - #inspiration #celebrate #god #belleza #beauty #family #latina #lifestyle #thankful #beautiful #happy #love #blessed #instagood #lover #followme #happiness #cute #style #follow #me #thanksgiving #look #dinner #igers #thankgod #myself #you
- Every single day is to be thankful for this amazing journey!! #happythanksgiving ❤️ - - This life is to be thankful for! Just because I exist and I'm unique in this world, and so are you. No one can be you! 👊🏻 - - ¡Cada día es para estar agradecido por este increíble viaje! #DiadeAcciondeGracias - - Esta vida es para estar agradecido! Sólo porque existo y soy única en el mundo, y tú también. Nadie puede ser tu! - - - - - #inspiration #celebrate #god #belleza #beauty #family #latina #lifestyle #thankful #beautiful #happy #love #blessed #instagood #lover #followme #happiness #cute #style #follow #me #thanksgiving #look #dinner #igers #thankgod #myself #you
- My blood turned into fire. It burnt through my chest and screamed through my mouth. There has been so much pain, suffering, doubts. And the heavy feeling of not understanding why I felt the way I was doing. But now I do. I know the source of it. I have faced my demons, those I have been hiding. Wishing they would go. Praying they would leave me alone, even if it was just for one hour a day. But they are always with me. And I must learn to live with them. But I won’t let them define me. They are not me. I am better. I am more than this. So now I fight against them and I won’t be running away from them anymore. I am not weak. I am stronger than I have ever been. 🙏🏻 ~• My heart has been bumping harder than ever over the past two years, although I have always been rushing in life. I really don’t think my heart knows what it is to live slowly. The thing is I never realized the real impact it was having in my life until two years ago I started to feel so many bad physical symptoms. At that time, I thought they would pass. But it wasn’t that easy. It wasn’t normal. Nor have I ever been that in my entire life. And, as I deeply have guessed all my life -even when it was the hardest thing for me to accept- the origin of all of that has been and is still mental. Because mental illnesses are real, even if you can’t see them. They exist and they are felt even when we, those who suffer from them, close our eyes. Even when we think it is only a bad day or simply a personality trait. It is not. It is a mental illness. And tough. A burden like no other. A hell build by one’s self. And as any other physical one, that must be treated too. ~• This week I started therapy with a psychologist for the first time. Even an introvert like me needs to ask for help and be listened sometimes. But it is more than a friendly meeting. It is a battle against your own irrational thoughts and overwhelming feelings. I though I wouldn’t be capable of doing it. But I did. I used to think it was a sign of weakness to ask for help but indeed it requires so much bravery. And I was brave. I am going through something that is slowly killing me but I am on the way to heal. ✨💛 ~• Love you all. 💜👽
- My blood turned into fire. It burnt through my chest and screamed through my mouth. There has been so much pain, suffering, doubts. And the heavy feeling of not understanding why I felt the way I was doing. But now I do. I know the source of it. I have faced my demons, those I have been hiding. Wishing they would go. Praying they would leave me alone, even if it was just for one hour a day. But they are always with me. And I must learn to live with them. But I won’t let them define me. They are not me. I am better. I am more than this. So now I fight against them and I won’t be running away from them anymore. I am not weak. I am stronger than I have ever been. 🙏🏻 ~• My heart has been bumping harder than ever over the past two years, although I have always been rushing in life. I really don’t think my heart knows what it is to live slowly. The thing is I never realized the real impact it was having in my life until two years ago I started to feel so many bad physical symptoms. At that time, I thought they would pass. But it wasn’t that easy. It wasn’t normal. Nor have I ever been that in my entire life. And, as I deeply have guessed all my life -even when it was the hardest thing for me to accept- the origin of all of that has been and is still mental. Because mental illnesses are real, even if you can’t see them. They exist and they are felt even when we, those who suffer from them, close our eyes. Even when we think it is only a bad day or simply a personality trait. It is not. It is a mental illness. And tough. A burden like no other. A hell build by one’s self. And as any other physical one, that must be treated too. ~• This week I started therapy with a psychologist for the first time. Even an introvert like me needs to ask for help and be listened sometimes. But it is more than a friendly meeting. It is a battle against your own irrational thoughts and overwhelming feelings. I though I wouldn’t be capable of doing it. But I did. I used to think it was a sign of weakness to ask for help but indeed it requires so much bravery. And I was brave. I am going through something that is slowly killing me but I am on the way to heal. ✨💛 ~• Love you all. 💜👽
- My blood turned into fire. It burnt through my chest and screamed through my mouth. There has been so much pain, suffering, doubts. And the heavy feeling of not understanding why I felt the way I was doing. But now I do. I know the source of it. I have faced my demons, those I have been hiding. Wishing they would go. Praying they would leave me alone, even if it was just for one hour a day. But they are always with me. And I must learn to live with them. But I won’t let them define me. They are not me. I am better. I am more than this. So now I fight against them and I won’t be running away from them anymore. I am not weak. I am stronger than I have ever been. 🙏🏻 ~• My heart has been bumping harder than ever over the past two years, although I have always been rushing in life. I really don’t think my heart knows what it is to live slowly. The thing is I never realized the real impact it was having in my life until two years ago I started to feel so many bad physical symptoms. At that time, I thought they would pass. But it wasn’t that easy. It wasn’t normal. Nor have I ever been that in my entire life. And, as I deeply have guessed all my life -even when it was the hardest thing for me to accept- the origin of all of that has been and is still mental. Because mental illnesses are real, even if you can’t see them. They exist and they are felt even when we, those who suffer from them, close our eyes. Even when we think it is only a bad day or simply a personality trait. It is not. It is a mental illness. And tough. A burden like no other. A hell build by one’s self. And as any other physical one, that must be treated too. ~• This week I started therapy with a psychologist for the first time. Even an introvert like me needs to ask for help and be listened sometimes. But it is more than a friendly meeting. It is a battle against your own irrational thoughts and overwhelming feelings. I though I wouldn’t be capable of doing it. But I did. I used to think it was a sign of weakness to ask for help but indeed it requires so much bravery. And I was brave. I am going through something that is slowly killing me but I am on the way to heal. ✨💛 ~• Love you all. 💜👽

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