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Speaking words of love to oneself during mental health recovery
Finding inner peace and enjoying the beauty of just being alive. Enjoying the surroundings and finding my inner child’s imagination. Spending the night in a treehouse fairy garden has certainly tickled my imagination. Laughing loudly with my fiancé and smiling all day long looking at street art. This is going to be the year of appreciation and peace. The sounding song of inner joy and life everlasting through the eyes of light. Taking moments to reconnect with myself through little pockets of peace. Being truly kind to myself. A friend to myself. Because I am worthy of my own friendship. My own kindness. I am worthy of life.
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By Lailani Amaro 5 years ago in Poets
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