So, I had to take a little break from blogging since my life suddenly turned upside down in just a matter of days.
I was gonna write about the West Pride parade we had here in Gothenburg. And I had this entire post about it thought out. But as the weekend came, I got busy and life got in the way.
I myself is a part of the LGBTQ+ community and I stand proud of who I am and what I am. I also believe that it’s very important to teach kids about acceptance and what pride is about. So me and the kids went to watch the parade like we do every year. And take part in the festivities.
It was just as amazing as it always is, and I couldn’t be more happier or prouder than having raised two sweet kids who is curious, inquisitive, and accepting that Love is Love.
After the parade, the kids spent the rest of The weekend with their dad, as I went to my mom to just hang out and dye my hair, because let’s face it, I needed to add something new. The finished result truly was spectacular (in lack of better word).
I mean, I was a bit worried it wouldn’t suit me but let me tell y’all, I was excited to see that I actually look good in red.
So anyway, I fix my hair and we have a great time at mom’s place and just relax like I always do when I’m there.
Then comes Monday, and Tuesday. Work is just as it always is.
But my personal life took a tumble and I found myself in having to accept something I feared would happen.
I rather not go into detail what led to what happened or who said what or why things ended the way it did. Me and the person involved have talked it through and agreed to be civil regarding this matter.
Yes I have had moments it feels like I can’t breath, moments where I just wanna curl up and cry until I can’t even produce a single teardrop anymore, moments where I just silently fall apart and everything I am is hanging on a single thread. I love him, I truly do, and nothing can change that. He was my friend, my rock, well basically he was someone who made me feel like I was somebody special.
But sometimes, life doesn’t always work in the ways or plans you have set up and decided on, sometimes it just takes a different route and even if I love him, I could never, and I would never force him to do something he can’t or want to do. I love him too much to force him into feeling something he can’t. I respect him and I am grateful for the time we had together, and I will treasure it as I move forward on my journey in this life.
I’m not saying that I am okay, but I know I will be. I just need time and to focus and reflect on what this have taught me and how to stand up again.
My main focus now is my children and my work, but also to start a new chapter of healing myself.
And the best way to do so is to start with body, and then the mind, and last part would be my soul.
So.. I guess starting with body will have to be getting back into the gym and getting in shape. It’s been too long.
So I made a small purchase of new gear and I have already drawn up my schedule and everything I need in order to start this off on the right foot (pun intended).
And hopefully, some day I’ll be able to look back on this and tell myself, “I made it, I’m okay”
Much love y’all!