How positive are you?

Let the positivity flow.

Time heals all wounds however, the memories last. There is no delete button or “remove trash” button in our heads. We all have those memories and bits and pieces of information that we wish we could delete. 

My ex-wife’s sister was married to a person in Medan. I knew they were a strange couple and yet my ex asked me not to say anything when we were on our way to Australia as her sister was to marry an Australian. 

These are hard times and one struggles with so much information at times that we all wished we had a way of forgetting. Hypnosis may work… 

You will have hard times. 

Look ahead and be brave. Why is it so hard to put the past behind us? Because we all have amazing memories and so many places trigger all those good and bad memories. I think what works best is to force yourself to move forward. You will have had times, and you will have lonely times. 

You will have times when you feel you want to curl up and die…

You won’t because you are so much stronger than that. You have been through hard times, you have been through sad times. You have experienced loss in the form of relationships, pets, and partners. You may have lost money, friends, and family members to arguments, misunderstandings, or out of pure stupidity. 

The lack of answers.

When you know someone has lied to you it is very difficult to separate lies and truth from them afterward. It is so hard to trust someone that has lied, cheated, or stolen. How is it possible that a lie or theft is a one-time thing? How many times has it happened before and how many times may it happen again? 

Liars lie and cheaters cheat.  It’s a simple equitation. It is a simple process like building a house. One lie at a time, and eventually one of those bricks comes to lose and bam. The whole house comes crumbling down. 

So let’s be positive!

Think of all the good times in life.  I hope that the good times outweigh the bad ones. I hope the good times will overcome the negativity even when you feel at your lowest. 

Go out and talk to people, go out even if it is a walk. A lonely walk down the street while you watch the happiness in others. For me it is writing, I write and write until I release the pain. I write, I make stories, and yes, pretend I am in a better place sometimes. However, the story comes out, my truth is told and I move on. 

This is not the first nor the last time we will be hurt. So be careful, learn and read all the signs, the little red flags. For goodness’ sake, speak up. If something is out of sorts, if something is not right or does not feel right, talk about it.