I have created my own store here on the blog. It’s a selection of all my favourite products, easily accessible for you.
You’ll find it under “SHOP” in the top right corner of the menu. I will add more and more products as I go along so be sure to check in every now and then to find more amazing products that I truly love. Simply the best of the best, collected in one place.
I have been quite careful with sharing my break-up story and I know many people have wondered what’s really going on with me and my ex. I haven’t talked very much about it to my friends and family, only to some really close girlfriends. I wrote a short post about self-love, just after the break-up but I was very vague on the blog with what had actually happened. After that, I even closed the blog out of complete lack of creativity. I realize now that I needed to vent on the blog more than ever at this time but I was dealing with my pain the opposite way. Keep reading and you’ll understand why.
When my ex broke up with me, I went through the worst emotional rollercoaster. Not the fun kind where you can just throw your hands up in the air and laugh at the tickle in your stomach. But the scary kind that makes you question your sanity, wondering why you ever decided to get on it in the first place and then running off to vomit in the nearest trash bin. At first, it was just pure pain. I’ve never been so sad in my life. I honestly believed he was the one I would spend the rest of my life with. I know that sounds so naive to say, being only 23, but during our whole relationship, I never doubted he was the one. Everyone who’s ever experienced a break-up knows the pain. The feeling of no control. The rug being swept away under your feet. I always felt that what I went through was worse than the regular breakup. He still loved me when he chose to end our relationship. And still to this day I know he loves me. He broke it off because he had to. Because we were stuck in a downward spiral of toxicity. I knew it myself but I was too scared to do anything about it. I would never have broken up with him no matter how bad it got because I loved him too much. I often threatened I would leave him during some of our nasty arguments, but I knew deep down I could never actually do it #wifematerial.
After the tsunami of emotions had washed over me, I could see things with clear eyes. I realized he did us a favor by breaking us up. He got us out of that toxic loop that I was fully aware of, yet completely unable to do anything about myself. It was like a slap in the face that forced me to wake up whether I wanted to or not. The feeling that followed I remember so clearly because it was one of the most memorable feelings I’ve ever experienced. I felt total relief. It was like I had cried out every last drop of tears I had in my body and I had finally come to the realization that there was nothing I could do to change the situation. There was nothing I could say that was gonna change his mind, and honestly, I didn’t want to. I felt so small, just a tiny little spot in the universe. I only had myself to take care of and nobody else to rely on. The feeling of being so out of control, not able to change the outer factors and just accepting it was the most relieving feeling I’ve ever experienced. It’s kind of like that post-panic attack moment when your whole body relaxes and you realize you’re still alive. It was the feeling of total surrender.
My favorite astrologer, Debra Silverman says that our soul is constantly trying to get our attention, demanding us to be present. To not worry about the future or the past and being 100% in the now. It’s very hard to achieve and most of us only experience that feeling when we go through a trauma. Debra says the soul will get our attention though scaring us. It will get our attention one way or another and If you can’t actively connect to your soul by sitting your busy ass down and meditate, it will scare the shit out of you, literally forcing you to be present. That’s exactly the feeling I had. I was so present and it was such an amazing feeling. I’m not saying my breakup was amazing in any way but that feeling was so intense that I’ve been thinking about it ever since.
In the beginning, we both handled the breakup quite well. We both still had this strong belief that we would end up together one day and that made it easier to cope but harder to move on. We both still loved each other but knew this was for the best and that also made it so much harder to move on. I remember thinking it would have been easier if I could just hate him. I almost wished he would have cheated on me or done something horrible so I could be angry and get over him. But he never did and honestly, I never really wanted to get over him. I didn’t want to forget him and I didn’t want to cut him out of my life. What we had meant too much and It wasn’t something that could be thrown away and forgotten as if it was nothing. But I knew I had to move on. I was staying alive on the little glimpse of hope that it would be us one day but I knew that for now, I had to push those hopes away and just move on. I had to move on as though I would never see him again.
I thought I was doing a good job moving on and from the outside, it looked like I was. I was staying constantly busy but only because I was terrified of being alone with my feelings. I had a lot of fun during this time and I felt quite happy, to be honest. My ex and I didn’t see each other for about 2 months in the beginning and that made it easier for me to start my new life. One day we decided to meet up for a coffee and chat. I thought I had gained back the confidence I had lost during our last months as a couple. I felt confident but I realize now that I was actually just numb. I had become the master of suppressing my feelings. It was like I was made of plastic and the feelings just rolled off my shoulders. It was how I coped and it was working for a short period of time. Despite my strong attempt to numb my feelings, seeing him was a reminder of how happy and calm I’ve always felt in his presence. It was like taking a tiny little hit of that drug I had been withdrawing from for the past 2 months. It’s pretty naive to believe you can just have a little taste and then you’re satisfied. I obviously just wanted more and more. At the same time, I wasn’t ready to give up the new life I had built for myself. I still felt that I needed to be single. I needed to not rely on anyone but myself.
We started hanging out more often. In the beginning, I was being very clear that I just wanted us to be friends and we were both okay with that. We mostly saw each other outside and had some coffee. That made it easier to separate what we had from the rest of my life. I was scared of letting him in or more accurately letting myself get sucked in. At this point, I was still determined to stay single but he had reached a point where he wanted me back. Of course, he didn’t tell me so at this point. He pretended to be fine with us being just friends. The more we spent time with each other, the more our boundaries were blurred. Friends can hold hands. Friends can kiss on the mouth, right? Of course, they can, but when those two friends have been lovers before and still have feelings for each other, how can they kiss and hold hands and believe that it won’t affect them? We were just two idiots trying to trick life and we all know that bitch can’t be fooled.
The more time we spent together, the more I lost my independence. Issues I had been forced to deal with myself, I suddenly relied on him to help me with. I knew I needed to distance myself from him because the last thing I wanted was to become dependant on the person who had broken my heart. Somedays it was easier to keep him at distance but as soon as I felt weak and sad, he was the first person I’d call. I was treating him as a boyfriend but still determined to stay single. It was the definition of having the cake and eating it too. I thought he was on the same page as I was and it wasn’t until months later, I realized he had wanted me back. I felt so guilty even though I know I technically hadn’t done anything wrong. I was always clear that I wanted to stay single, even if I didn’t have a motivation for why.
So where are we now? We are still friends. We still love each other. We are still single. It’s a strange place to be in and it’s draining us both at times. We have had some episodes down the road when we’ve decided to cut each other out of our lives because that has seemed like the only way to move on. But we keep bouncing back to each other like two masochistic magnets. I still picture myself settling down with him. I still picture myself having kids with him. I still picture myself marrying him. But I know there’s stuff I need to deal with on my own before I can do any of that. I know love is supposed to be the spice that gives flavor to life. That you need to feel full by yourself and that love is that bonus that makes life extra magic but you should never be depending on it. I’m not there yet, and I feel like I need to get there before I can commit to a person I love. What scares me though is the fact that this is not all up to me. I have no control over his decisions. If he falls in love with someone else and forgets about me there is nothing I can do about it. It’s terrifying to think but I’ve realized it is the exact same situation as I was in after the breakup. I cant control the outer factors. I’m not the master of the universe. I can just surrender and trust that life will take me where I need to be.
I have always been very into astrology and the reason for that is because I’ve always wanted to understand myself and felt a need to “figure myself out”. Why am I acting like I do in different scenarios? Why do I struggle with this and that while being so good at this and that? Everyone can say what they want about astrology but there is one thing it’s taught me and that is: You can’t argue with faith. And by faith, I don’t mean what’s going to happen because of course, we all affect our own path. I mean what has happened and most importantly, what you’ve been given. You have your personality traits and those are yours and yours alone. You can and should always work on your “bad sides” to some degree but you must accept who you are and see your strengths and weaknesses in order to be the best version of yourself.
If there is something I am certain off, it’s that things never go well when you’re trying to be something you’re not. When you’re forcing another personality onto yourself because you think that’s better or more fun. I’ve done this a lot, and at times I’ve basically created a persona for myself. It may seem like a good idea in the beginning because it really gets you out of your comfort zone but at one point it becomes very destructive. Because by trying to be someone you’re not, you’re basically telling yourself that you’re not good enough as you are. There is nothing more harmful to your soul than that. I’m not saying you shouldn’t challenge yourself and get out of your comfort zone. Of course, you should do that, every single day if possible. But do it with the right intentions. Do it with the goal of developing YOUR personality and YOUR soul, not someone else’s.
I think the only way to be truly happy is to embrace all that is you. In order to do so, you need to really get to know yourself. First, you must find your strengths and embrace the shit outta them. Then, take an honest look at your weaknesses. There are so many things we hate about our personalities that in fact aren’t so bad at all. Maybe they could even be strengths if used right. Let me give you an example: I have a really high sensitivity to other people’s moods. If I’m listening to a friend talking about her problems or comforting someone who is sad, I feel drained afterwards. If I watch a sad movie (Who am I kidding, even really emotional episode of Keeping up with the Kardashians) I cry. I get so affected by other’s emotions that I physically feel it in my own body. This is something I often hate about myself and I would think “Why can’t I just be more objective and not get so soaked in?”. But why should I wanna change this amazing ability I have to sense peoples feelings? It’s a total superpower to have. I makes me caring and sympathetic towards people. It helps me sense the vibe of other people so I’m prepared for what’s coming. I can still work on not letting myself get so affected by others emotions so that it drains me but there’s a huge difference between learning to master your superpowers, rather than hating them and wishing you were different.
The lesson here is to work with what you’ve been given, not against it. It’s just like that Einstein quote: “Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, It will live its whole life believing that It is stupid”. You are totally unique and that should be celebrated. There is literally no one in the universe that is just like you, just let that fact soak in. I really believe that when we learn to embrace our qualities and let our personalities truly blossom, we can achieve great things. The sad thing is not many people actually do this. So many of us are constantly wishing we were different or feeling bad about ourselves for the way we’re wired. We need to stop that shit and cherish our unique qualities. “No one is you and that is your power”. (Ps. not even gonna apologize for the quote-dropping so just live with it).
I recently wrote a post about my relationship to beauty and the link between beauty and mental wellbeing (read it here). I was happy to see it got a lot of hits and I thought it would be fun to continue this post on the same track. So I decided to share some of my absolute favorite beauty products with you.
I have tried so many different products and I’m very picky. I have very sensitive and dry skin so I always make sure the products I apply to my skin are gentle and won’t cause any irritation. For example, I can’t use foundation or skincare from the luxury fashion houses because they’re all stuffed with perfume and often very active ingredients that are just too abrasive for my skin. But I love to add some luxury to my makeup bag with lipsticks or perfume from the high-end brands. Although I love trying new products I still have some absolute favorites that I keep coming back to. Keep scrolling to see the list. YOU’RE WELCOME.
I know International women’s day was a few days ago but that’s no reason not celebrate women every single day of the year. It’s amazing that we have that day to cherish and empower women a little extra but one day is not making up for all the shit we have to deal with on a daily basis. There’s a fucking day for the cinnamon bun too but we don’t treat the cinnamon bun any different the rest of the year just to uplift it on this one single day once a year. We love the heck out of the cinnamon bun every single day of the year. We literally treat the cinnamon bun better than we treat women. Just let that sink in. Meanwhile, let’s get inspired and amazed by these magical creatures that are women.
This is a post about my relationship to beauty. I know beauty is a very broad subject and it can mean a lot of things but what I wanna write about today is the superficial kind of beauty like skincare and makeup. I say superficial but is it really that superficial?
We’ve all been raised with the stereotypes that cosmetics and skincare is something girls do. It’s vain, it’s materialistic. it’s superficial as fuck. I’d like to argue with that though. For me, beauty has never only been about vanity. I have to admit that is a huge part of it but it’s always been so much more than that. Beauty is intricately connected to my mental wellbeing. Giving myself time for this sacred ritual is so therapeutic and the ultimate act of self-love.
In times when I’ve felt really bad and dealing with depression and anxiety, I’ve become obsessed with finding little things that I can do to make me feel even slightly better. For those who never had to deal with mental illness, It can be hard to understand the importance of this. When I’ve been really low, it has felt as though I’m held hostage in my own mind. Like my thoughts and feelings want to hurt me and there is no escape because it is all happening inside my mind. It’s a terrifying sensation actually. I will talk more about this in another post but my point is: When you walk around every day with that bizarre claustrophobic feeling you’d give just about anything for a distraction or escape of some sort. Some reach for the drugs or go out and get wasted but those are really destructive behaviors that are only gonna make you feel worse and harm you in the long run. So what if your distraction could be this pampering ritual of self- love that you created for yourself. Massaging your face with heavenly scented products that for a moment could ease those destructive thoughts and let you focus on what you are doing at this moment. I’d suggest taking it a step further and maybe playing chill music and lighting some candles while doing it.
Most of you are probably fully aware of the phenomenon that is K-beauty A.K.A (Lil QT voice) Korean beauty. It’s basically (or not so basically) a skincare regimen taken to the next level. Instead of having 3 steps in your regimen you have up to 12 or more steps. Does this have any significant impact on your skin health? I really don’t know but for the sake of the mindfulness, it’s amazing. The magic is in the ritual and allowing yourself to pamper and treat yourself. If that comes with glowing skin, I’d say that’s an amazing bonus. Actually, it’s more than a bonus. You, feeling pretty could be just as beneficial as the ritual itself. The way we look has a hugemungous effect on the way we feel and that’s where makeup also comes into the picture. You’ve probably heard people say “if you look good, you feel good” and while it’s not always that simple when you’re battling mental illness, there is some truth to it. Our appearance really does affect our state of mind. Our brain may be a very complicated organ but it’s actually quite stupid sometimes. It remembers and associates different scenarios to certain feelings. For example, the thought of having a day off and spend the whole day at home in your pajamas probably sound like the coziest thing ever. But when that actually happens, you will most likely end up feeling kind of bad and confused at the end of the day. At least I do. My brain associates staying home in my pajamas with being sick and even if I’m healthy as a horse I have the same feeling in my mind as though I’d been sick all day. So If I’m working from home or for some reason, don’t leave the house all day, I still need to put myself together as though I was going to work. Have a shower, put on proper clothes, brush my hair and maybe even applying makeup. Trick your brain, fake it til you make it, etc. etc.
There are millions of things you can do to feel better and to distract yourself with. I focused this post on beauty because it’s a big interest of mine but you can, of course, take this approach with other hobbies as well. As long as it’s not crack I’d say YOU FUCKING GO (GLEN COCO).
Every time around this time of year, for the past years I find myself in a really low state of mind. Call it depression if you will. I feel like I’m living with a constant weight on my shoulders and a constant burden in my chest. Like I’m walking through every day in the harshest headwind. Poetic metaphors aside, it literally feels as though my body is shutting down. Like it forgets how to function properly both mentally and physically.
What’s even worse than this heavy feeling though is the guilt I put on myself for feeling like this. I compare myself to everyone else, thinking “they seem to get through the days with ease, why can’t I?” “Why am I so weak? So sensitive?”
I put the blame on myself thinking there must be something I’m doing wrong. Something they all figured out that I simply didn’t yet. I try to desperately cure myself. Maybe I need to do some mindfulness work to soothe my mind. So I do yoga every day and practice meditating. But I still feel like shit.
Maybe I’m deficient in some vitamins? So I stuff my morning smoothie with nasty green veggies, ew. And I still feel like shit.
Maybe I’m not working out enough to get those endorphins everyone is talking about. So I try to go for runs but end up feeling even worse about myself because I wasn’t able to run nearly as far as I wanted without stopping. How do you even run when you have absolutely no energy in your body? Oh, and guess what? I still feel like shit.
I’m someone who always wants to fix things and the frustration I feel when I’m not able to fix something is almost unbearable.
I apologize for all the negativity above. I’m actually someone who prefers to look at the sunny side of things and I always strive to have a positive mind and attitude. But I’ve come to realize that sometimes when you are feeling really low or angry or whatever negative emotions you may carry It’s better to just tell it for what it is. Let all that ugly shit out and release it. The important thing is to let it go after you’ve released it, not keep nagging about it over and over again because that’s just toxic. Feel, release, let go and move on.
So now I’ve felt the feelings, I’ve released them and it’s time to let them go and try to find a learning or even a solution so I can move on with a light heart.
One thing I do know and that has become even more clear to me as I’m writing this post is that a lot (if not all) of my issues are psychological. And while exercise, meditation, and diet will, of course, have an impact on your wellbeing, your thoughts are just as important. When I’m feeling bad, I tend to shut people out and wanting to be by myself. Alone time is necessary for a healthy mind but too much of it is so harmful. What I really need is to surround myself with people I love and soak up all those good vibes it brings me. It’s all about balance, just like everything else in life. It sounds easy when you say or type it. Like all our issues would be solved if we found balance. Maybe they would. But balance is so hard to achieve and it’s something you need to work on every day. It’s always been a struggle for me and I’m a person who is depending on balance more than most people. I am a Libra after all (keep your astrology hating prejudices out of here guys…)
Somedays I feel like the only thing I can do is to wait for spring to arrive. That is absolute torture though as I am the most impatient being on this planet. Instead, I need to really try to enjoy the moment I’m in now. Even if it’s cold or I’m feeling weak or whatever it may be, I need to find things that I do enjoy at this moment, instead of waiting for the world around me to change. Of course, I should look forward to spring and summer but I should not lose myself completely in the longing for something I don’t yet have. Because although my mental well-being is affected by my surroundings they’re not the cause of it. The problems are inside my mind and they’re not gonna be fixed just because summer arrives. I need spring in my body, not in my garden. I need my mind and thoughts to be easy breezy beautiful (CoverGirl). As the title of this post implies, I need to start looking at the world with FRESH EYES.