All posts tagged: letter

A Letter to My 20-Year-Old Self

Originally posted on Am I Thirty Yet:
So tomorrow is the big day! The day this entire blog was written about. I turn 30! Turning 30 has made me think a lot about what it was like when I was turning 20 and saying goodbye to my teens. I didn’t handle it very well. There were panic attacks and I actually wet the bed the night of my birthday. (This is a true story and maybe I’ll tell you lucky people about it in another post.) For now, let’s go back to poor, little 20-year-old Liz. She was not excited about leaving her teens behind her and entering her twenties. Current Liz still isn’t 100% sure on what she wants with her life and the direction it is going to take. But 20-year-old Liz might as well have been on another planet. She didn’t even know what hairstyle worked best for her face or how to put on eyeliner. She was a lost soul who needed a lot of guidance. Now being a wise, almost 30-year-old (that…

Dear Ex….

Originally posted on Weird and Wonderful:
Hello you manipulative individual. Do you really think I can stomach any more of you? No! I cannot. I am literally shaking and unable to eat because of the stunts you pull. Unable to breath… my back and shoulders are so tense and my head is throbbing as much as my heart. Last month, my heart felt as though it was increasing in size so much it felt as though it was pushing up against my rib cage. I have had enough…. I cannot take much more of your games. For my own health I am having to just say stop. I have felt dizzy and I sometimes think I am going to go blind.? You may want me dead but you need to leave me alone now. Literally, you just need to just leave me out of your games and let the courts decide because I cannot take much more of your controlling behaviour. I am someone’s mother and I think I am going to die from stress…

We Are Daughters

Originally posted on eventually eb:
Today I read a post called “We Are Mothers” (you can find it here). Being at that awkward point in life of halfway grown up, I find myself getting much more emotional thinking about things like home, specifically the woman who is home: mom. So in response to the cry of exhaustion and the tone of joy that comes from “We Are Mothers” (you may want to read that first!) and the move in date for my second year of college quickly approaching, here is We Are Daughters: We are the girls who come home to a welcoming hug after a long day of school. We are the girls who think too much about friend drama and a bad grade on a paper. We are the girls who let such little things weigh us down because you’ll never let anything big take its place. We are daughters. We know we mess up, especially lunch after lunch left on the kitchen counter that you have to clear time out of your…

Dear 15 Year Old Me

Originally posted on Fear of the reaper:
As I happen to be in Johannesburg for South African Women’s Day I thought I’d post something in keeping with the day. So I’m posting today to raise awareness of a campaign a friend of mine has set up to combat depression amongst teenagers. Her idea is to invite no-longer teenagers to offer a bit of advice to their younger selves, so that teenagers of today can read through some of the issues the seemingly confident adults around them experienced at their age, and feel a little bit less alone. This is not an exclusively women’s related problem but I think it’s appropriate for the day as I am a woman and I was a young female once upon a time. But I’d invite anyone who wants to take part to do so, you’ll find no gender discrimination here! If like me you think this is a great idea and would like to get involved you can add your own advice to the Tumblr page http://selfesteemat15.tumblr.com/, where the…