It's all about the stories...

Its all about the stories we tell ourselves..

I'm lonely, and I have no friends...
I'm fat and ugly..
I have to work so hard.. Everything is hard...
I'm a fuckup and I always will be...
I hate this person because...

We make up these stories based upon our experiences and ideas of the world, but we tend to forget that they are just stories.  Only castles made of air.

One story is just as real as another, and the only thing that keeps us from changing our lives sometimes is our unwillingness to change the stories we tell ourselves.

I am loved..
I am safe and okay..
I can make my life the way I want...
I am a beautiful soul..
I forgive this person...

These stories are just as valid as any other.  I guess we don't tell ourselves the positive ones because quite often they don't reflect how we feel inside.  After all, life is hard.  

The real brain twister is that if we would just tell ourselves the positive stories (weather we believe them or not) sooner or later our feelings will reflect the stories we tell ourselves.

It's counterintuitive, I know, but its worth it!