You're a 30 year old single mother. You're a depressed wreck, a sad little soul. You've allowed 2 assholes to truly break your heart and make you adjust who you are as a person. You're a mess. But, I need you stop being so damn hard on yourself. LOOK around you, look at this wonderful life you've created. Stop being a sad little shit. Pick it all up, Give it to God..and MOVE ON.
Who cares that you're young, divorced and a single mother? You married a prick, but you've got beautiful, talented, loving children. You're raising your daughters well, you support them solely on your own, and it's admired by so many.
So, those two douche bags who truly broke you, it hurt right? Get over it. They had nothing to offer you except temporary company until the real man God created for you comes along. You cry yourself to sleep at night but tell everyone who asks you during the day that you're, "okay." STOP. It's perfectly acceptable to let someone know you could use a friend. Sit down, have a glass of wine with a friend, and shit talk the ass hole who disrupts you. You're going how long with out eating because of "stress?" Yeah, stop that, too. Functioning on just 2 or 3 hours of sleep? Take some sleeping pills, block his number because he won't text anyway, and close your pretty little eyes. Sleep, eat, drink, talk. No more tears, though.
You feel like you don't have your life in order right? Who the hell does? Every person out there has got some shit on their list. You're not alone in that aspect, I promise.
Here's what you know about yourself, and I truly want you to stop with your sadness and smile while you remember all of these things.
You're beautiful. The good kind of beautiful, too. Pretty on the outside but STUNNING on the inside. You've been through hell and back, but you still treat everyone with kindness and love. You're the type of mother that some people don't have the balls to be, and look at those girls of yours over there doing huge things with themselves. Don't claim you're lonely anymore. Take a look at your top 8 friends. Those people would be there for you day or night. They love you for who and what you are. You have a home. A job. You're stable. You're good. You're colorful, bent but not broken, keep coloring your pages with those bright colors that are you.
Suck it up butter cup. Go put a funky ass color in your hair, get that new tattoo you've been wanting, go on that girls trip. Do it all. But whatever you do, do not cry one more tear over people who don't know how to love you, or those people who can't handle the fullness that is you. And as you tell your daughters, "Keep Breathing Fire, Baby."
Love yourself.
