Things That You “Shouldn’t” Speak Out Loud

img_3091Those things that you’ve been keeping inside of you for almost 20 years, or 10 years or couple of years. Those things that have made you who you are without you wanting anything to do with them. Those that been with you even though you would rather have all of them gone. Those that you feel embarrassed or ashamed or scared of. I’m talking about something that is probably the hardest thing to write “out loud” but also feel like it’s the most important thing to write Out Loud. I’m talking about how I’ve been living and carried with me the notion of someone abusing or harassing me, mentally or physically. And not just once, all those times when I knew that telling about them would do nothing. Or knew that I should tell but didn’t have the courage to do it, because I was so ashamed.

Like that time almost 20 years ago, when a boy I really liked, almost raped me. Saying while pulling my pants down, that it will only last a second and how it’s not going to hurt. And how me saying No, didn’t do anything to his attempts, before I manage to kick him away from me. And how I didn’t realize before just couple of years ago how wrong and huge thing that is. How it broke a piece of me when I was just starting to grow as a person and a woman.

Or when an old boyfriend in the middle of a fight hit my head to a wall and how him saying I’m sorry many times just made the whole thing disappear with time.

Or when studying at a restaurant school, working in the teaching restaurant, nervously taking an order, older man smiles at me and touches my butt. And me feeling like I can’t do anything about this, nothing, almost like it’s normal behaviour from men.

Or when someone decides that it’s completely okay for them to first send you dick picks to your email and then start to call you in the middle of the night just heavy breathing. And when you go to the police station to report him because his phonenumber wasn’t secret, they just say to you that they can’t do anything and that I should just change my phonenumber.

Or all those times when someone has used my kindness and mentally abused me and played with me, to a point when I think that I’ve done something wrong and I’m some piece of shit whore.

Or those days when it was so warm that I had to go on my runs late in the evening, wearing regular running shorts and a shirt, and being followed, yelled at, whistled, honked and followed with a car. And that terrifying knowledge in you that you can’t do anything and rather not even react because you’re alone there and have no idea what they can do if you say something to defend yourself.

There’s been a lot of talk about this subject lately in different medias. It’s made me sad, then angry, then sad and then feel that all those years of layers that I’ve built on top of those moments of feeling like nothing, are peeling off and me feeling pretty scared to feel and remember all of them again.

One thing that I’ve had in my life since I was a kid, has been mental harassment and violence. I’ve grown to it, thinking that it’s normal that someone does and says things like that. Which has followed me finding myself in similar relationships. Those years when I was growing to me and who I am as a woman, were scattered with different kind of abuse. And the saddest thing is that the world we live in makes you not want to talk about them, because the response usually is something like “are you sure it really happened like that?” or “I think you’re over reacting” or “are you sure it’s not your fault too?” or “that’s only your side of the story”.

I remember how when I was in my early twenties, I turned the whole thing around trying to be in control, by using my sexuality as a tool. Thinking that if I’m strong and sexy and “willing”, then I’m in control. Which obviously wasn’t right. Because what had happened in my past, had left pretty damn dark scars in me, which meant that I was terrified when it got “down to it”. I was able to talk dirty and tease but when it got to the actual thing, I could not be more scared.

The way guys were and still are, selfish in how they behave when it comes to sex, makes you feel like your pleasure isn’t worth the same as theirs. So you give more than you receive and feel guilty when you say that this is not right. Or even just wanting more  than you were given, aka what you deserve equally. But when you have those memories of someone touching you or trying to touch you in a way that you didn’t want or feel at all comfortable with, it’s even harder to be you with all of you. You feel so strongly that you don’t deserve anything and that you’re not worthy, you’re nothing in a way.

It’s really scary how things that could feel really small to someone, can hurt and leave deep deep scars in another. The moment you feel insecure when you walk out the door, is already too much. Or when you feel that it’s better that I don’t say what happened, because it doesn’t lead to anything better. Or when you just know that you will never hear “I’m sorry for what I did” from that person whose used you in one way or another. It’s also really scary how so much of mental or verbal abuse happens close to us. It comes from those who should never, ever talk to you like that. Any more than some random drunk guy trying to put their hand in your crotch or say something completely wrong to you.

Those years when I was supposed to grow as a woman and me, were the worst because I was broken to pieces and didn’t even realize that I had been done that. I thought that it was something that I did, or at least was made to feel like that. When I was already feeling super insecure with myself, and didn’t believe that I deserve only the best, like anyone else.

The way words can hurt you as much or even more at times than any physical deed, is something I’ve only woken up the last years of my life. I’ve gotten it close to me and from people I have no idea who they are. How someone can make you feel with just few words and take your whole being away, is really terrifying.

Now that I’m starting to be myself and knowing who I truly am under all of those layers, I’m also seeing myself as that woman I am and want to be. Knowing my worth. But at the same time it’s the most terrifying moment when you get all of those layers peeled off from yourself and realize how much wrong have been done to you. I feel more naked now than I ever did when I wrote about my depression. I feel scared how people think of me when I’ve been honest about something like this too. Thinking that maybe there’s so many things wrong with me that they don’t want anything to do with me. Or maybe I’m able to be there for someone whose been in a situation like I have. I know that saying things like this out loud can cause a “shit storm” but at the same time, if I ever want to be free from this, it’s better to get it out. This just happens to be my way, because deep inside me, I wish that I can help at least one person with this, while I am healing myself.

I’m tired of being afraid of speaking the whole truth. I’m tired of feeling I’ve done something wrong, when I’m the one whose been done wrong. I’m tired of thinking that I don’t deserve the best. I’m tired of our society blaming every girl as soon as they learn to walk. I’m tired of thinking that what I wear is somehow too much or too little. It’s a never ending cycle of something. I’m tired of someone thinking that they can control my life when I’m the only one who can do that decision. I’m tired of being scared to be me, whole me. I’m tired of carrying all those scars and broken pieces that I didn’t have anything to do with. I’m tired of hiding things. I’m tired of feeling like my happiness is always less than someone else’s. I’m tired of feeling less. I’m tired of being the one who someone thinks they can strip from my self worth. I’m tired of feeling afraid.

 

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Letting Go 2015 Like An Old Lover. Welcoming 2016 Like The Me I Am Now

img_2816“I say if I’m beautiful. I say if I’m strong. You will not determine my story – I will. I will speak and share and fuck and love and I will never apologize to the frightened millions who resent that they never had it in them to do it. I stand here and I am amazing, for you. Not because of you. I am not who I sleep with. I am not my weight. I am not my mother. I AM MYSELF.” ❤

Until 2015, I feel like I’ve only lived for others. I started my journey to Me in 2015, but fell for my old habits and forgot how and who I am. This is almost like my manifesto to myself, in the most honest way possible.

2015 has been all about finding and learning who I am and what I want, who I truly am under all that fear of myself. It has been about heartbreak, love, pain, confusion, finding myself, conquering my fears, going after my goals for the first time ever, freedom, learning to love the skin I’m in and saying goodbye to people and habits I’ve outgrown or who are bad for me and my life.

I also made myself do a list of who I am. I am strong, passionate, talented, caring, special, loving, artistic, capable, beautiful, creative, loyal, trustworthy, sexy, warrior, deserving, enough, open, honest, brave, sucker for love, supporting. I know I am more than those but giving who I am and how hard making a list like that is, I am very proud of myself for getting those down. 

For the past week I’ve gone through the whole year over with myself, really pushed myself to deal certain things, to let go of others and forgive the ones that feel that hardest. I knew that I needed to do that, to be alone even though all of sudden it felt so scary, the one thing I usually enjoy too much. I knew that my broken self can still be whole in front of certain people, my brokenness doesn’t mean that I’m not okay, it means I’m strong enough to admit certain things to myself and give myself the push I need to deal and let go of them. Without the heartbreaks of 2015, I would not have woken up to the Me I really am. In 2015 I learned who I am as a woman, learned what that means, entails, empowers me and others, what I deserve and can say No to!

There’s moments when I realize things about myself and I need to write them down, this was one of them: You’re not any readier than they are to love again, so don’t push them and most of all, do not push yourself.

I know that these aren’t the things that we should be open and honest about, because at times it feels that we need to be all about slaying all and be good with ourselves, but letting go of a love that you had for someone, whether they hurt you or not, is HARD, whether you know the decision to be right. In short that shit hurts, because there’s people who take a bit more of your heart than you ever expected to happen. And even though I know that it’s the right thing to be alone now, my whole being rebels against that, not all the time but there are moments.

I’m one of those who fall hard, I love hard, I believe in the good of others hard with the notion that I might get hurt hard. I tend to open my heart in a way that it’s super easy to rip it open if you don’t respect the openness of it. I don’t second guess my gut feeling about how I feel about someone and how I see the good in them, even if they don’t see it themselves.

The love I wish to give and have is who I am, open and honest. I am tired of hiding or filtering my love and feelings in general. I’ve done that for most of my life. I want to be able to show my love and not have to think about if it’s okay. I wish to have that kind of love in return as well. A love that looks like that person who is proud to have my kind of love without wanting to push it down or me being someone else I am. No more filtering love.

I think I’ve finally stopped apologizing how and who I am. That was one big thing I learned in 2015. This is who I am, whether you like me or not, this is Me. In 2016 I want to truly be brave and let myself be Me, all of Me. To get to know that Me that I am, but have been hiding from myself.

” Be a better You, for You.”

– Sonya Teclai

There’s certain things that make you, force you to realize that you won’t be here forever. You look at your body and how it has changed, you know that it doesn’t work the same way it did couple of years ago. You look at your skin and how there’s lines that weren’t there maybe a week ago, but in the same time they make you look so much more beautiful. They show the life you’ve lived, the pain you’ve cried through, the smiles you’ve smiled with cheeks in pain. Growing up and older can be scary, but I’ve decided to at least try to embrace the journey of it all.

You feel the pressure of doing things you want to do before it’s too late, but at the same time you don’t want to rush through life, you want to really enjoy the moments.

You want to be true and honest with and to yourself, while being so confused with that all in the midst of feeling exactly certain who that is.

You want to take risks to be sure that you live but at the same time want to be in control of what happens when you take those risks. How to trust the jump when you have no certainty in what will come after you jump.

“I tell you what freedom is. No fear!”

– Nina Simone

How to balance those things you have raging in you. How to be happy with being alone when people around you are so far from that exact thing. How to be those two you’s that you are, how to live as one with them both. How to be that outdoorsy, less is more person and that ambitious, brave career woman who wants to be great at what she does. But isn’t it a balance that the other needs from the other? That is something I will tackle now. Learn how to make those equally good in me that I am in peace. Right now it feels a bit like I have to choose, but then it would mean that I need to choose one from two passions of mine and I’m not ready or willing to do anything like that. I don’t feel that I need to.

I remember how I said almost a year ago how I feel that my life just started for the first time, now more than ever I feel that, really feel it hard. I feel how fast time moves on but I want to forget rushing through it all. I want to forget the lure of being in a hurry. I can be and will be the best Me I can when I respect the both sides of me. I need to be, for myself, patient in what I’ve wished for my life to be earlier, when I realize that it’s exactly that now. Like I wrote before, watch what you wish for…

I don’t want to do any resolutions for 2016. I want to be able to listen to myself on a daily basis and really take the moments I have without hurry. I want to keep being honest about how I feel, especially if someone feels special to me, we don’t have enough time to not say those things, even if we don’t get anything back. I want to be patient and gentler to myself, more mercy. Past is past for a reason. Now is now for even bigger reason. Live in the now, not past or future, now. That’s my Note To Self.

MORE LOVE. MORE RANDOM ACTS OF KINDNESS. MORE SPONTANOUS ADVENTURES. MORE HONESTY AND BEING OPEN. MORE RESPECT TO ONE ANOTHER. MORE BRAVE ME AND MORE PMA ❤

 

 

 

Fear. Broken In My Brain. Epilepsy. Love.

IMG_1876This past week was a lot to take. The honesty I got out today when sending a voicemessage to my soul friend all the way to Canada, it came out with tears, anger, sadness, laughter, all.

What that one epilepsy seizure last week managed to do, was way bigger than I ever thought possible, probably because I haven’t thought the whole decease in over 13 years… Or maybe at some points between that time 13 years ago and now, but less and less all the time.

I have been so angry to myself, to my epilepsy, for messing up something I thought don’t need any messing up. I was crying today while on a walk in stormy weather. Crying because I was tired of taking one thing after another this past year, like I’m made of some unbreakable matter that is ready for whatever the world has to throw.

I remember when I got my last big seizure, I was just about to turn 18 and my first thought at the doctor was that “can I have children?”. I remembered that today, and wondered do I still worry that same thing now after my last seizure. Honestly, not sure. I had so many years that I didn’t even want kids, so now I have no idea.

What the seizure did, was that it just pulled the carpet under me and left me wonder what to do with all the feels… I’ve felt more than broken and lost and sad and mad and angry and afraid.

It brought back this deep rooted fear. Fear of me being okay. If no one ever will love me with my broken brain. It dumped me in my depression and insecurities of not being worthy. Being worried of all the tiniest “not normal” feelings in my body. Fear if it’s okay to do this or that, because what if I get another one?

What epilepsy does, is wire your brain the way it’s not supposed to for a brief moment. You lose a unspecified moment of your life and you have no idea what happened in that moment. Other than leave you with bruises, cuts and blood on your hands. It leaves you with unsure feeling and worry of what just happened. You don’t understand why people are talking to you calmly and asking you simple questions and why they say that the ambulance is coming.

I remember thinking, long time ago, that some higher power must think that I’m strong enough to carry so many confusing, forever deceases. That there has to be a reason why I have epilepsy and depression. Both confusing and with no reason why. I guess my brain has been a bit broken since I was born. Maybe that’s what makes me so special, this is the part that my friend would be happy to read, and that’s why writing it makes me smile.

But today I really didn’t understand if I am supposed to be strong enough to carry these? Why me, why do my last year has to be a constant challenge? Mostly I felt sad, deep sadness that there needs to be something. I wanted to scream enough is enough!

At the same time, I remind myself how well things are in my life. Which almost makes me feel angrier, like I shouldn’t be allowed to feel all what I am, because I have to be grateful of the good in my life.

If something is certain, it is the fact that that one moment last Tuesday morning, made me feel confused and bring new perspective and honesty in my life. I hate that I can’t be as happy about certain things that I would normally. I hate that I need to feel sad now to feel better soon. I don’t want to dismiss all of this but I am tired of it. And I am more than tired to feel afraid again. Like I have to or need to prove something to myself again, after the work I’ve done to kick that useless fear to the curb.

One thing that made me feel really small was the thing that I needed to admit how much I miss being wanted and loved by someone, that special. I have no idea why it came so strong with this all, but it pushed it’s way to the surface and didn’t let me go before I said it out loud. It had nothing to do with me not loving myself, it has all to do with me wanting to feel special to someone. How beautiful would it feel if someone would say something like ” I know that your brain is broken and that you’re not perfect but that’s why I love you even more”.  This all doesn’t mean that I want to make something happen just for the sake of it, nope, but admitting that I would love to spend some time in the arms of someone nice and special, I need to admit that would be amazing.

How am I going to get rid of this fear that crept back in me?

I feel like I need to travel somewhere alone, even for few days to prove myself that I’m good. That I’m still all that hard work I’ve done, that it didn’t just disappear in that one moment. Be on my own and remember who I am. Get rid of this feeling that tries to make my insides dark again, which only makes me angry.

Like with all things, there’s good in this whole thing too. I know that I’m not alone with this. I have more love in my life than before, whether I’m missing that special one or not. My body is way smarter than me, so I should just listen to it. More less is more in the good way, of more water and good food and running and hugs and friends and one day that special hug, yep. I’ll promise to be better to myself and remember what are important to me under all that I thought are important.

LET YOURSELF FEEL WHAT NEEDS TO BE FELT. LOVE. SAY YOUR FEARS OUT LOUD. LOVE. CRY. FEEL THAT SADNESS TO FEEL BETTER. YOU DON’T ALWAYS HAVE TO SMILE. PMA ❤

Is It Mandatory To Feel Lonely On A Friday Evening?

IMG_2134I was seriously thinking about that just now, is it or would it be mandatory to think that I am lonely if you’re in a certain age and you’re alone on a Friday evening? In my case, just now, sitting at an empty office after everyone else has left, basically devouring the emptiness and solitude that I don’t have too much in my life at the moment.

But this thought creeped in my head and in a way heart too, that am I lonely and sad that I am alone here on a Friday evening, when “I’m supposed to be having fun with my friends” or “with the one I love and who loves me”… Is it something that we’re expected to feel, especially after you turn 30?

Isn’t that the topic of so many romantic movies, that you feel all lonely and then you find someone and all will be so good… But now that I’ve read and talked and lived more and more, with so many different people from different places around the world, I’ve noticed that there’s a lot of us strong, really healthy proud, independent woman who aren’t really that in to just being with someone because it’s something that is expected from us. I love that fact that I have those Warrior Queens in my life, because the truth is that they make me feel better of the fact that I am growing to be me and what I am finding in myself. Some of them are in a relationship, some of them are single, but the thing that they all have and what I love about them, is the fact that they have a fire of passion in them of being exactly who they are, unapologetic.

I felt that when the last people left our office and I got the change to be alone here, it was almost like something in me wanted to feel unhappy with me being alone tonight. Which made me feel really weirded out, where, why and how on earth did that feeling even come to me? I’m not too unhappy with my life and how things are, so why? It is because I’ve been working really hard and long days and want to cuddle next to someone, yes that could be a part of it because that would just be really nice in general, but it’s not good enough of a reason. I definitely miss having someone close to me, I am a physical person who yearns touch and having that aspect of human contact in my life.

But at the same time, I am ecstatic of having this opportunity to be alone here now. Listening to new music I found with good stereos and sit still and read articles that I’ve saved for the week and just chill and enjoy the solitude of this all. If you’re wondering why I’m doing this at our office, it’s the simplest reason of me living at my parents place now that I moved back and even though I have a room it’s not the same as being all alone in peace.

Maybe I am going through my life and what will happen in the future in my head on some speed play mode these days. I feel like I am in some “I need to” headspace that has nothing to do with what I really feel the need to have. Almost like I am 31 now, so I need to have a boyfriend soon because if I don’t there’s definitely something wrong with me. Or if someone isn’t even interested in me then what is the point of this all, or what if no one even thinks I’m hot?! WHAT IF ALL OF THAT!

I’m surrounded by new, young families and couples in my worklife and then in my friendlife I’m surrounded by those and really awesome people that just don’t happen to be in a relationship without anything being wrong in that. But how much we all yearn for something that we don’t have? The ones that are in a relationship being alone, or even have that moment of solitude without feeling guilty of needing it, or the ones alone just wanting to be wanted and loved and next to someone?

I feel at times that something in me has decided that I need to feel wanted to be able to like myself, that is definitely something that creeps up from my old old old times of not loving myself. But something now is making that old fear jumping out of nowhere and just bothering the shit out of me… WHY?! Maybe I’m just afraid in me, somewhere deep, of those little things like “will anyone ever really want to be with me and love me the way I am?”, “will I ever find a boyfriend?”, “will I be alone forever?”. To be honest, those are pretty damn simple questions and for sure pop up to everyone from time to time in my situation. But also pretty unnecessary when you’re happier than ever.

This is the reality right now, I am able to do what I love, write, alone in a peaceful place with my favourite music in the background, enjoying my own self with no care in the world. That is not too shabby of a Friday after work. The truth is that one day I will be in a relationship again, with someone I really should be. I’m going to enjoy all these moments, because that’s all I should do.

TREAT YO SELF. LOVE YOURSELF. BE ENOUGH FOR YOURSELF AND IF YOU’RE NOT CHANGE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE ENOUGH. DANCE ON YOUR OWN TO YOUR FAVOURITE TUNES. SING IF YOU FEEL LIKE IT. LOVE EVERY DAMN MOMENT. PMA ❤

Love Is Strange, But Oh So Good If You Let It!

IMG_8250Yeah, it is! It makes us go all weird and makes us say things that we might not say or do things that are just ridiculous. But what if there’s love that is just calm and good?

This post is not only about love, don’t worry, but I’ve been thinking a lot about it the last year, how it is part of us since we are born. It’s with us in our everyday life, in so many different ways. When we smile at some little kid, it’s shining out of us. When we are happy, it’s there. When we are sad, it really is there. When we hug a friend, it’s there. When we kiss that special one, it’s there. When we hear the voice of someone we care about, it’s there. When we see the face and smile from afar that we like, it’s there. It’s never not there.

My idea of love has changed a lot the past couple of years. I remember there was a time when I was thinking that I have no idea what it means, and before I do know, I don’t want to say it. Just because I’m supposed to in certain situations. But I’m also in a place in my life where I know that I rather say it when I mean it than leave it unsaid.

“The trouble is that you think you have time.” – Buddha

I think the way I feel about love changed while I’ve changed. It changed and got new dimensions when I lost my Grandma last September. Loosing someone that close and one who has taught you how to love in her own way, it changes you. It makes you think about your future relationships differently, as you’ve seen your grandparents living their lives together your whole life. I never thought about them like that before, I always loved certain things they did or how they behaved around each other. But when the other isn’t there anymore, it’s the time when you start thinking about those moments that were normal before. It also makes you finally understand that we don’t have limitless time on this planet. And not taking a risk with someone all of sudden doesn’t make any sense…

We’ve all had relationships that have taught us something, no matter how good or bad they’ve been, they always teach something. When I was insecure and didn’t love myself too much, I ended up in relationships where I knew from the start that this is not going to be a good thing, but I just stayed and ended up being hurt. I wasn’t always the good one, none like the other was always. There’s always two in a relationship. But I wasn’t there in a way I hope to be able to be now. I said things that weren’t really 100% me, because I really had no idea who I was and what I wanted. I sucked so much stuff that hurt me and really scarred me for a long time, something we should never do. Like a friend of mine said couple of weeks ago, “life’s too short to be unhappy”. It really is. But we rather stay stuck in a situation that just isn’t going anywhere because we are afraid of the what if. I’ve been there, so many times, been so afraid to be happy that I’ve rather stayed in that unhappy place because it was familiar. While I’ve been wondering why can’t I just be happy?

I’ve also always been a believer in love. I’ve wanted to believe that it’s not supposed to be too hard. Real, yes. But not make life harder. Challenging at times, yes, but always because both are willing to take that challenge. Not challenging the other to a limit where they feel completely empty and like the life has been sucked out.

I don’t regret any of my relationships, just like I don’t regret my mistakes and choices that I’ve made in life. Each and every one of those have taught me something, and all those together are the reason who I am now. So I can only be thankful for them. Maybe I needed to hit my head to the wall that many times to believe that that’s not what’s good for me. Maybe I needed to suffer in a way, to see what happiness really is. Maybe I needed to feel as bad as I did to see how amazing I am and how much I have to give.

I feel a lot of the time these days, especially in my age people, that we tend to make our lives a lot harder than they need to be. We over analyze everything, overthink our every move to a point where we don’t know what we wanted in the beginning. We are in such a hurry with our lives that we forget to actually live them and enjoy the ride.

I’ve definitely been one of those people, and still have moments when I do that, but I’ve learned to recognize them and ask myself what’s really going on. Is all of that necessary?

I read from somewhere that the person who is our soulmate or the one, should make you feel calm, not nervous. I started thinking about it, and it makes so much sense. Butterflies in belly are a great thing because they make us remember and feel all that we feel, but when it’s nerves and anxiety, it’s not good. That’s what I want to be able to give, peace and calm to my relationship. And I hope to feel that too. I want to be able to be quiet without anything being wrong. Just being able to be next to someone so comfortable that it’s easy to be quiet. In the end the person I want to spend my life, should make me feel like I’m safe and if I feel really nervous about something, I know that they will calm me down and have my back.

We want to be so much in control these days that we forget that we can’t make things like we want always, something we just need to let go and see what happens. Trust the unknown, with all it’s terrifying openness. That unknown has been the best place for me the last year. Every time I’ve let go, I’ve gotten so much good, so much love. It doesn’t get any less scary, but I’ve started to trust it. I can’t control what happens all the time, I just need to let it happen. Once I let go of the panic control, I started seeing my whole life in a new way, and so many doors started opening to me. It’s not easy, if it would be we would all be super happy and content with our lives all the time. But I rather try than be scared and think of the what if’s.

“The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.”

The idea we have these days about a perfect relationship is so far from reality, that it’s impossible to actually make it work, at least the way we want it to. We want to change the person we fall for, not take them as they really are, with their scars and past. But why we want to be with someone if we want to change them straight away? Isn’t all that they have gone through in their lives, exactly what’s made them who they are now, just like us? That’s supposed to be the thing that we get interested in, those things that have molded that person to who they are when we meet them.

I’ve been one of those whose either thought that I can “help” someone away from their problems, or just wanted to change them in to something else, more suitable for me and where I have been in my life. I don’t think that’s something that any of us want to admit, but why not. I know that I have and that I don’t anymore. That is the great thing about admitting your past and being okay with it. I was probably trying to change them because I was insecure and thought that if the other one would be like this or that, then my problems wouldn’t feel that big.

After my little over 31 years here, some relationships later. After huge change in myself and really being honest with who I am and what I actually want, I’ve noticed that the things that are important to me in a relationship are really simple, but at times the hardest to do.

Trust is love to me. I’ve gone through lack of trust for the biggest part of my life, which made me really suspicious in my relationships. It’s hard to trust or be trustworthy if you’ve felt that the promises aren’t kept that are shaping you as you grow up. But once I gave up the past, once I let go of the hurt that it had done and said it out loud, I was actually trusting for the first time in my life. I trusted myself to be truthful to myself, which ends up me being that to others too. I don’t need to hide myself anymore.

I want a relationship where I can be genuinely me, with my good and bad, my ups and downs, my from zero to hundred moments, my joy and laughter. It’s hard to find that, but I’ve gotten a glimpse of how it can feel and while it’s a bit scary, it feels so good. Not to be nervous about saying the things you have inside of you, or being all stupid in front of the person. We need to start being more stupid and remember to really have fun and do somersaults when we feel like it, you can never be too old for that. We need more laughter in our lives.

I want my love to be pure in a way that it’s effortless for me to give, something I don’t even think. I don’t need to love so that I can get love back, that’s wrong way to do it. It has to be something that comes from you without you thinking what you can gain from it. That’s not love, that’s business. Most of the time, we don’t “get” anything back when we love. You don’t always get a smile back when you smile to someone on the street, but that’s totally okay.

I wish that the person I spend my life with and love, is my best friend. The friend that I can truly talk about my fears, my dreams and goals, the one who supports me even when they don’t understand. I firmly believe that it’s really important to be able to say whatever to your person, without the fear of what will they say. Because if you’ve been true and honest in what you want and feel, the other person knows what makes you happy, maybe sometimes before you do. They are there for you, especially in those scary moments. They are able to put themselves in the back for some time to be there for you.

Honesty and trust are huge to me. I’ve gone through journey of lies in it and when I got rid of that me, I haven’t looked back. If you can’t be honest, then there’s a problem. You can’t trust if you’re not honest, I think it’s that simple.

Sometimes we need to shatter to millions of pieces to really reveal who we are and what we want. It’s one of the scariest things in life, but so rewarding. Once you start climbing your way back up from that, you learn all you have in you.

Sometimes we meet someone who comes to our life in the weirdest time, but they change all in a second and all that was there before starts feeling like it’s not right anymore. Letting go of the old and familiar is the scariest part. There’s no guaranty on the other side, other than the trust and feeling that this feels better than what I had before. If that person makes you feel calm and don’t give up with the first pump on the road, I believe they are there for real. If they are able to take those moments when you break down, and don’t go into it with you but are there for you to be in panic, cry, yell, whatever and still after that will hug you and be there for you, then keep those close. They are ready to be in it for real. They don’t get scared of those moments.

“Throughout this life you will meet one person who is unlike any other. You could talk to them for hours and never get bored. You could tell them anything and they would never judge you. This person is your soul mate, your best friend. Don’t ever let them go.” – Unknown 

I think the person whose meant to be with you, is someone who challenges you. In a way that makes you feel like I have more in me that I thought. That love is raw, real, honest and warm. It doesn’t always say what you want to hear but what you need to hear. But in the end you know that they do and say those things because they care. That kind of love isn’t supposed to be all perfect with no arguments, of course there’s those, it’s part of life. But you both know that it’s part of the journey. Past needs to be in the past, not brought to present as a mean way of fighting. We all have a past, but it’s called past for a reason. To use it as a weapon is the lowest way of fighting. There’s no trust in that.

I want to be able to talk with my person about future without fear. I want to say that I would love to have kids and maybe live on the countryside one day. I want to be able to talk about future in a way that makes me and them think about it together, as a unit or a team. Are our dreams, wishes or hopes similar?

But there also have to be patience in love. You can’t just rush through something, even when it’s good. Something I’m learning everyday. Patience is not easy, but it’s key to really knowing what is good for you. In my “past” life, I was always in a hurry. I wanted everything to happen straight away, not tomorrow, now. But now, I am in no hurry to rush love anywhere, I want to actually learn what it is and could be. I want to learn who the person is and what they want. I want to be able to be friends and grow from there. It’s not the easiest as I’ve always done it the other way round, or in a hurry. But I really want to “do things differently”.

“Friendship into love takes growing. Knowing is to love.” – Mikky Ekko – U

And at my age, you also feel secure in yourself enough to say what you want. If you don’t say what you want, you will never have it. If you are not honest in what is inside of you, then don’t be surprise if the other one doesn’t know it either. If you don’t show how you feel and put yourself out there, you will never know. I’m too old for some games, the ones that we somehow think it’s okay to play these days, with each others hearts and feelings?

In the end, we all want to the same thing, to love and be loved and share our lives with someone. Why we make that simple pleasure so complicated? Why we give up so easy on the ones that makes us feel the best but challenge us, aren’t those the ones worth keeping? Love is not that hard, if you try to remember how it was when you were a kid. It was as simple as a hug.

Love has to be equal and understanding. You have to be a unit, a team that plays on the same side. I want to forgive, because we’ve all made mistakes. I want to leave the past in the past. What is now matters. I want to be able say what I want in life without thinking “can I?”. I need to be able to be me, in front of the one. I need to be able to take them as they are, with scars, ups and downs. There has to be inside jokes. No compromises in things that matter. If they really care, they don’t want you to compromise, they support.

“Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of our time. There are too many mediocre things in life; love shouldn’t be one of them.” – Unknown

Whoever you love, keep your love pure, honest and true. Don’t judge or make it harder than it needs to be, because in the end it’s really simple. Let it fill you with all it’s magic, and let it challenge you. Trust in that jump you need to take when you really love. Trust that gut feeling, it usually knows best. Love because you want to, not because you want something from it. Just love. And say that you love, better to say than keep it as a secret. Love should never be something you need to fight for all the time, it’s just there. And remember that it needs watering, so that it can really blossom. ❤