Everyday I try to be as nice as possible for myself.

I try to treat myself like the most important human being on this world. Sometimes you have to take good care of yourself. Nowadays, I’m doing things that I like, that I want to do, and things that I love. I ask for help when I need some. Oh well, I try, but it’s going well. I use all the love around me. I focus on that love, and sometimes I just refuse to think about all the pain. But sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I connect with that pain, but then I try to comfort myself. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I like to talk about what happened and to give my scarred self some love and attention.

I try to treat myself like the most important human being on this world.

Sometimes I talk with my pain. I start a conversation with my inner self, to connect with my thoughts. I try to understand myself; what I need in this moment, and where it’s going wrong. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I talk about what happened to me over the past years, and sometimes I don’t. At least I try to take good care of myself, I eat the things I like, I let myself rest, and I allow myself to absolutely nothing, if needed, on bad days. I accept the things I can’t do and only do the things that I can at that moment, which results in skipping exciting or hard things sometimes. Just not right now. I’m the only thing that matters right now, I’m taking care of myself. Myself first.