Never forget, Everyone Has A Different Story 

"“Attitude is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Optimism is a choice. Kindness is a choice. Giving is a choice. Respect is a choice. Whatever choice you make makes you. Choose wisely.”
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

As an empath I feel things deeply, I can easily pick up the emotions around me, I can read the vibes of the room, and I can often be quite sensitive. This can be a blessing and curse at times. maybe these traits is what makes this subject so much more relevant to me.

All I know is I have a really hard time understanding why people can be so competitive, judgemental, and cruel to each other. Why not accept each other? Why not support each other? Every single person you've ever met and ever will meet has experienced different things, they were raised by different people, and well, we are in every way DIFFFERENT than each other. We each only know what we've experienced, which is why I find it unfair to judge another. Being different and unique is what makes us so incredibly special and valuable.

I'm not sure why we do this or if its ever really going to change but maybe by brining awareness to it is a start. Even children begin to bully each other at young ages and it just isn't right. Being mindful of what we say and think about others and being aware of the sheer fact that no one has experienced the same life, may bring a understanding.  I am hopeful anyway. 

All of this came to mind when I was thinking about my own feelings and experiences. Most of you know I have twins. This was the most shocking and life changing thing I've ever experienced. I researched and researched everything I could about how I was going to make this work. I was terrified, and what I found from every twin mama out there, was to accept help. My pride didn't love this idea, but I had no idea what I was in for.

My entire pregnancy I struggled with depression and shell shock from the news (we weren't planning to have any babies yet, let alone two) I wanted to be happy, I wanted to accept things, but I just wasn't. 

The girls were born and I felt no different. Resentment, depression, and hopelessness along with severe sleep depression (we are talking minutes of sleep some nights) was full force. I have always been especially good at recognizing my emotions and I knew I needed help. Help was offered to me, and I accepted. I am beyond words grateful for my sister in law who offered to come daily to help me. If it weren't for her I truly don't know how I would have gotten by. I feel guilty all the time for the help. But I also know that I was a better mom for accepting that help when I needed it and having to put my pride aside for my mental health and my children. 

Despite myself recognizing all of this, I've had comments thrown at me like " You must have had it so easy, or It's nice to have a live in babysitter" which broke my heart and made me feel like less of a mom. If they knew that I was struggling would they have said those things? Should it even have mattered?  I never demanded or expected help. I accepted it. 

My whole example just leads me back to my point of not judging another when you don't know their story. I'm strong and I'll let these go, but it hurt. We need to be kind, we need to be more aware of what we are putting out there, and to never try to dim another light or make them feel less. 

I think its a crazy thought, because to one person who for example say experienced a loss of a pet. To them, that may have been the most difficult heartbreaking loss and truly deeply impacts them on a large level. To someone however who say has lost both parents at a young age, the loss of a pet would be less.  Regardless of what's deemed "more painful" every person has a different story, and every person deserves compassion and respect. So many times I've heard people say "well that's nothing" and continue with their own story. (I have done it too) but I'm now starting to recognize that this unnecessary competition is only doing more harm than good to those around you. We all want to feel heard, and valued, and accepted. 

I am proud of myself and what I've gone through, they are my girls, they are the reason I'm so tired, and they are the reason now that I'm so happy. I would never change what I needed to do to for them. I work my butt off daily, never resting till they are bed for the night. I am so freaking PROUD of my hustle, and SO GRATEFUL for all the help that's led me to be able to be here. 

Lets all go be kind, and listen to others more openly. 

Much Love, Teesha.