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FEELINGS.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Jul 13, 2025
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jul 14, 2025

Feelings are just visitors.


We, or rather I, need to remember to let those thoughts come and go; for visitors are just that, temporary.


They are not so permanent as much as they may feel so, unless we let them be.


Then the visitors become residents.


And these are not the tenants I want.


So breathe them in, but be reminded to exhale them out.


Be aware to try and let them go as quickly as they came in.


Because visitors can overstay their welcome.


Try and be mindful to move forward with purpose, even if it is hard or confusing.


Not everyday will be happy, satisfying or good.


But we will, if we are lucky, get another day to talk about, and think about our future.


If we are granted that tomorrow; that alone, should serve as a reminder.


I am trying to remind myself that I have won if I get to sleep in my bed at night even if it is alone.


Even if I have yet to leave the couch for yet another week, and doordash is my new best friend.


I do believe I will eventually leave this house, and this hurt behind.


So just know I am just trying to kick my yucky visitors out.


Wish me luck.


These most recent ones are sons of bitches which I am not familiar with.


And it takes one to know one.


Life is unforgiving, which is why we or I, need to forgive myself as to how I'm dealing with it, and them, aka the feelings.


Trying.


XOXO,

C.

 
 
 

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