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Truth About Resilience, Reflection, Self Love, and Growth

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The Truth About Resilience, Reflection, Self Love, and Growth You’re never too old to learn life lessons, grow, or reinvent yourself, even if your confidence is shattered from past life trauma. You can learn from it or let it destroy your self esteem. Become who your past self meant for you to be and choose to focus on the lesson rather than just the pain, which allows you to grow. Rebuilding involves rediscovering your true identity beneath the trauma. New things and people come a long. But you got to rebuild yourself and find your true self you want to be. When you start doing good with that, you’ll live and forget the trauma, it won’t be fully but you’ll remember the lesson that the Lord up above put upon you. Things don’t work out sometimes because He above has something better for you in the future as long as you self love yourself for who you are. Life lessons learned become part of your strength, and the pain diminishes over time. 

Childhood Trauma Memories - Haunts Or Imagination?

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Just wanted to share some experiences from my haunted childhood home experiences that I’ve never really been able to make sense of. Part of me is convinced that maybe it’s just overactive childhood imagination since I haven’t really experienced anything since I’ve grown up. I guess I just wanted to post here on my blog to see what you all think and to get some things off my chest that I’ve never really been able to speak about.  A vivid experience I had was when I was probably around 10 years old. I remember I was laying on my bed reading when I suddenly got a really dreadful feeling. I looked up from the page and it looked like my room was either foggy or smoky, it was hard to tell. I stood up and backed up to my bedroom door, my hand was just under the handle when I felt a big splash of water fall onto my hand. I jerked my hand around to look at it and it was dry. I was astonished as I continued to watch what looked like either smoke or fog rising from the floor of my bedroom up ...