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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. 

Los Angeles Haunted Horror House Ghost Story

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Regardless if you believe in paranormal activity like tales of the dark side or not,  I want to share a scary ghost story that truly happened when I was younger. I was 9 and my brother Kyle was 6 / 7 years old. We moved around quite frequently during my whole childhood in Los Angeles and we had just moved into a new town and the house we lived in was large. If I remember correctly there were 5 bedrooms and 2 and 1/2 bathrooms. From the moment we moved in, there were strange noises and it always seemed to feel very dark and depressive. My dog would often sit and bark or growl towards the top of the stairs leading above the garage and also would stare and growl at ceiling above kitchen going into dining room (seemingly without any reason, no noises or anything like that). The home had been renovated and had additions not only on both sides and in the back, but also upwards, second story and rooms above the garage.  My little brother and I was sharing a medium-sized bedroom, our ...