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“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” ~Maya Angelou I have always been a “fixer.” I liked to fix people’s problems. Someone feeling down and out? Let me fix it by trying to take away their pain. Someone on the wrong life path? Let me fix it to get you back on track. Someone I love making unhealthy life decisions? Let me fix it so they can be happier. ‘Fixing’ people made me feel good. It made me feel needed and purposeful. It made me feel like I was making a difference. But sometimes this led me to being a martyr. Are You a Fixer? Being a fixer, you most likely are an empath. You’re able to put yourself in someone else’s shoes and want to take away any pain they are feeling because you feel it with them. Being a fixer, you often drop what you’re doing to help another. Being a fixer, you often feel guilt around saying no. Around ‘disappointing’ s...

I was a chunky, shy little girl who is attached to my mom. She is my protector a nd served as a source of unconditional love. As I went off to school, Institutes, Society etc I.e. away from my home I encountered many new faces that introduced me to criticism and judgment. Being judged in each and very step you take as an adult, in a society that constantly strives for perfection, is hard enough, but understanding those judgments as a little girl can be quite the challenge. At such a young age, I had no way to process the mean words tossed my way, so I built a shell around myself and often wished I could become invisible to avoid hurting. I tried to carry on as if others’ words could not impact me. What I quickly learned as I went through life is that we all encounter many people along the way who will attempt to tear us down and break our spirit. What I couldn’t realize then is that it’s truly up to us to decide how we allow others to make us feel and whether ...

In my Life all I have ever wanted is for somebody to put their hand on my shoulder and tell me “Everything is going to be alright.” I couldn’t tell anybody of my need—my  yearning —for this simple act, or why it mattered so much to me. This was something I prayed for. This was something that could not be bought. In the deepest hours of my life (when I was going through stress, grossly overweight, and when Going through extreme up and downs) I longed for a pat on the shoulder to tell me things would be okay. None came. At a gathering early people always expected me to be there for them and help them to cope up with their stress and struggles.. But What about the stories of me? None came. An educational or study achievement, a career promotion, a steady relationship or news of being an ill I did not receive a mention. As I listened to what everyone said I longed even more for the words “Everything is going to be alright.” But I didn’t hear them, even after...

Mother's love Mothers are precious gifts from God. Without mothers, life would certainly be dark and gloomy. Therefore, it is our duty to help and support our Mothers.  Most noteworthy, a Mother’s heart is made of gold. A few words of acknowledgment would fill her heart with happiness. There are probably several ways of doing so. One way is to praise the meal cooked by her. Above all, such acknowledgment should come on a regular basis. A Mother is a gem in everyone’s life. She is the ultimate source of happiness for a child. Her contributions are certainly too great to imagine. Above all, her love is pure and innocent. To find a Mother who does not love is probably an impossible task.And we all know that no matter how old we get but no one can replace our mother.. Let me take my own example.. I am 18yrs old and still when I enter my house I just want my mom in front of my eyes no matter how much tired or exhausted I m but after entering my house my first Job is to s...

" Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design for the present.”  Sometimes I feel like I’ve spent the better part of my life chasing after happiness. It always seemed like happiness stayed just a tad bit out of my grasp—somewhere in the future that I could always see, but not quite touch. For instance, when I was a kid, I believed I’d be happy if I got my fav toy, I'd be happy if I got my fav Dresses,Cosmetics etc.. Later I believed I'd be happy if I got admission in good school, Then I believed I'd be happy if I'd got my admission in good college.. And on and on it went. Every time I reached a goal, it seemed like the next goal was where true happiness lay. For the first time I saw the futility of our chase. I still believe that goals are important and we should strive to achieve them. But now, I see them more as mile markers in life’s journey, not having much to do with happiness. Happiness, it turns out, i...