Note.

When something is hurting me or bothering me or when someone says something to hurt me.

Initially I do feel hurt and get fucked even.

But I do not like to stay sad about it forever when it keeps prolonging.

Simple thing I have learnt is to take away the power from it to hurt me, which I learnt from Taylor Swift.

It is by accepting it.

I was called an ugly gargoyle and deranged for tilting my head.

So I accepted and acknowledged it and wrote about it in a creative way in my blog.

Those words are so powerless now.

The white was bothering me initially so I made that one of my favorite color and now it doesn’t.

I’m not a snake. All I do is retaliate.

But since I was called that continuously, I accepted it and wore it around my neck proudly.

People called me a villain when I didn’t do anything wrong.

So I was like so be it, I’m moving into my villian era and said I’d rather die a villain than conform.

I’m not going to do evil things obviously but I accepted the label.

These are a few ways I took away the power from things that were meant to hurt me.

I could do this because I’m secure about myself and I know who I am as a person.

I know what I bring to the table.

My value doesn’t depend on someone’s inability to see it and I don’t need any validation as well.

I don’t care what people think as long as I know who I am.

I believe in myself and love myself immensely.

Flaws included.

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I feel forgiveness is very subjective.

I feel we need to forgive people who are important to us and add value to our life.

But how do you forgive someone who raped you, sexually assaulted you or tried to/was the reason for the attempt to kill you.

I don’t think I need to force myself to forgive them.

Maybe some people don’t deserve it.

They don’t even deserve the time and energy I’m wasting on being angry and being obsessed about it either.

They haven’t shown any efforts to ask for my forgiveness, so why should I even waste an other minute thinking about it or dwelling over if I need to forgive or not.

So I’m not going to obsess over it anymore.

I’m going to bolt that box and throw it down the ocean away from my life and mind.

I’m going to put the weight of what happened down and let go.

Even if the world refuses to let go. I have let go from my end.

And I’m going to write new chapters of my life.

Because that chapter has ended from my end.