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Ongoing, First published Nov 15, 2025
One of the greatest things you could ever do is to carry yourself along wherever you find yourself, because whenever you choose yourself over everything it makes it very easier and comfortable for you to understand yourself  better when you are trying to heal and manifest greatness into your life.

You know most of us have been in a situation where we have been traumatized and it hasn't been easy for us to get over it but each and everyday all we could do is do our best to beat it.

I will say it gets hard to beat all these traumas when mostly you find yourself at the wrong place, I mean wrong place where you are the only one that turn up for them and aside you turning up for them they still don't see your value and worth.

You finding yourself in the mix of people who has their faces covered is something that really drains your energy and just because you want to fit in there you accept it, no it is not supposed to be that way because you are whole by yourself and you don't need to kill the real you in there just because you want to fit in and pleased others.

Let me be honest to you, the one chance and possible way to fight your trauma and gain full peace to yourself is, you would need to isolate yourself from all the people who seems not to bring or provide positive energy that match with you.

That is why I said earlier that in all carry yourself along so that when it happens that you are at a place that the energy doesn't match yours, then it won't be something hard for you to walk over.

In all make sure you never loss yourself just because you want to prove your worth or impress those around you, an act like that is something that kills the real you.

So make sure you guide yourself all times during the journey because you are whole and you can do all things if you truly believe in who you are without seeking validation from others.
Stay safe and be yourself.
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