Life is a movie generated by the decisions we take every day, from what we have for breakfast every morning, to what school do we go to, to the type of relationships we have, and those decisions not only affect your present but your future as well; what we eat will define our health, the school we go will give us a perception of opportunities we’ll have. And of course, the type of partners we choose in our love life will definitely have an impact on our emotional state; short and long term. I’m sure you all have heard this before because these concepts are not new.

“Cause and effect” is a law that no one can surpass. It all starts when we give entire control to our special someone over our emotional resources, so what happens when we break up, when we lose the GPS that was guiding us, we open Pandora’s box without even knowing, like Pandora herself. We collapse on a catharsis that we brought on ourselves.

Albert Einstein defined stupidity as “Doing the same thing and expecting different results” I bet you know where I’m going with this when we are in love we blindly deposit not only our love but the remote control of our emotions; and then you’re at mercy of the beholder. And that my friend is how the shit begins. You start losing appetite and your shoulders become hard as rocks due to so much tension and despite seeing the ugly truth you still cling on to that man as if your life depended on it; because “Happy ever after” is what you saw on movies growing up, and you were taught that you need to defeat the witch before getting the prince.

Now “Hope” has become your worst enemy, you’re willing to let shit happen just to keep getting that input that makes you feel “fine” for a minute, like the false calmness you get after a cigarette. At that point, you don’t listen to your friends nor your family or yourself for that matter. Is kind of sad if you think about it.

You cannot allow the weight of the world sit on your shoulders; for example, the guy can cheat on you with 4 different girls, what I want you to understand is that is not your fault at the end of the day; he may have an inferior disorder and he thinks he has something to prove. You need to be responsible for YOUR shit; the things that you CAN control, what situations you let yourself get involved in; and that is just one example, you can be a victim of violence,  you can be with a guy who doesn’t know what he wants, (a fuckboy I don’t know), but that is not your problem, is not your cross to bear, is not your shit, is not yours to cure. Focus on you!

The moment you become responsible for yourself, your actions, your well-being, your needs. That moment becomes a turning point and a lesson learned. When you nurture yourself, when you are kind to yourself, when you LOVE yourself; an armor appears and no fucker can mess with your head. Know your value and know that you are loved.

It won’t be easy but once you get to the other side you will laugh about it. Promise!