How is someone supposed to do that when they don’t even like themselves? When forgiveness seems impossible, self-love is crippled.
But I try to be kind to myself. By posting reminders and inspiring words, I make my home a haven for encouragement. From laminated images to scribbles on paper to lipstick on the mirror. Whenever and wherever the feeling hits.
And it works. Sometimes.
When I’m feeling good, life is colorful. It’s easy to see the messages of hope.
On the other days, even though it’s gray, a simple nudge of inspiration might be enough to keep me moving forward.
The key is to remember to read the words. To gaze upon the images. To breathe in the hope.
