I just watched the ABC special on Jaycee Lee Dugard. Amazing. I can't even begin to describe the amount of admiration and respect I have for a woman that has come out so strong out of such a traumatic experience. She found motivation even in the most horrific conditions.
A baby at FOURTEEN?! In the BACKYARD?! Without her own mother there, only with her captors. How she survived that is inspiring. She held on to that hope. She held on to the love she had for her new daughter and the hope she had kept for her own mother.
And when I'm having a shitty day, I have to remember to hold on to this hope and love. If nothing else is going right, look for the love you have. Reflect on it. Think of a time someone made you smile, or a time you made someone else smile. Think of that one member of your family makes you feel safe. Or think of that friend, that one friend who is your 2 a.m., the person you can call and they would listen.
Allow yourself to embrace this, and maybe your mood might become a little brighter.
Wow, what a detour. I think sometimes I literally just talk to myself, try to instill this through typing it. Hey, strange coping method, but I'll take it. A little lighter blog post was in definite dire need. Peace&Love.