I was born within religion. As in almost all christian religions, I too was taught that people were to be loved unconditionally... under certain conditions. I left that world now, with great cost. I feel privileged nonetheless, because the price that I paid wasn't as high as the one that other people, from the same religion, pay.
Every day, I'm amazed by the fact that a person can love unconditionally despite any diversity. We have the Incredible opportunity to love and to celebrate our differences, as the world is connected like never before. I never felt so free to love before, and I hope to experience this feelings throughout all of my life, and that others, now blinded by hate, will reach this realisation, if not in this life, at least in the next. There is nothing more freeing than loving unconditionally, and hate is nothing but a heavy boulder chained at our feet.
Reblogging because I have never seen her post and it's the most important part of the story. I have, of course, already read the tweets of her former coworker, and in my Naivety I thought that there has been an happy ending. That the problem, in some way, has been resolved, or that she was compensated because she had to work harder than everyone else. I feel foolish thinking about it now. Her experience, as the experiences of many, highlight the known bigger problem of our society.
The society in which we live make us think we are constantly at war. There's a war between genders. There's a war between skins. There's constantly a war between people who don't want to lose privilege, people who don't think about the fact that their privilege can just be shared, instead of shifted, and people who need that privilege, to live and thrive.
But we are becoming more aware. Our generation, and the ones to come, are generations of fighters and for that, I'm optimistic about the future.
I often feel like I have to be loved by everyone. If I ever so slightly feel like someone might dislike me I get a really bad anxiety about it and so, I'm working on it.
In this ongoing Journey to Self Love, I've realized that, of course, we don't need the love that others are Willing to give us, to have value, or to be worthy of all the love we can receive.
And As I was making more Friends, I also realized that even when we are true to ourselves, we will find someone that will love us, flaws and all.
Not everyone will like us. It's inevitable.
But the right people will find us, and fill the holes that need to be filled in ourselves, to be our better selves.
The total number of journalists targeted and murdered is approaching 40 at this time (11/5/2023). If you count the total number of journalists or their families that have been murdered it's approaching 100. Multiple journalists have had their whole families wiped out and are still reporting and working to expose the genocide.
Keep talking, keep posting their work. They've been forced to sacrifice everything for every scrap of information hat makes it out of Palestine
Here's a website where Palestine GoFundMes are vetted and shared that you can send out to people. The url is gazafunds.com
Easy to use and simple. Just share the site whenever someone asks for GFMs for Palestine.
I love being a nobody on here because I could make one of those ‘if this gets ‘x’ amount of notes I’ll go and actually work on my original works’ and it wouldn’t get near the goal
If you can help, don't skimp on me.
With a simple help from you you will make a difference for me and my family . 🫶
Donat or share please
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-restore-a-home-filled-with-memories?
My account has already been verified
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of course inshallah you will be able to reach your goal and go on to live happily, safely, and full of hope ☺️🫶🏻
A lot of people around me are having kids and every day it becomes more apparent that hitting your children to punish them is insane because literally everything can be a horrible punishment in their eyes if you frame it as such.
Like, one family makes their toddler sit on the stairs for three minutes when he hits his brother or whatever. The stairs are well lit and he can see his family the whole time, he’s just not allowed to get up and leave the stairs or the timer starts over. He fucking hates it just because it’s framed as a punishment.
Another family use a baseball cap. It’s just a plain blue cap with nothing on it. When their toddler needs discipline he gets a timeout on a chair and has to put the cap on. When they’re out and about he just has to wear the cap but it gets the same reaction. Nobody around them can tell he’s being punished because it’s in no way an embarrassing cap, but HE knows and just the threat of having to wear it is enough.
And there isn’t the same contempt afterwards I’ve seen with kids whose parents hit them. One time the kid swung a stick at my dog, his mother immediately made him sit on the stairs, he screamed but stayed put, then he came over to my dog and gently said “Sorry Ellie” and went back to playing like nothing happened, but this time without swinging sticks at the nearby animals.