tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46846196507687928922024-03-12T19:12:30.617-07:00kelsadelynekelsadelynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16357797271694788830noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4684619650768792892.post-4631663156095250062011-12-06T22:57:00.000-08:002011-12-06T22:57:17.792-08:00True Strength<div align="center">I think the strongest people in the world are </div><div align="center">those who can find it in their hearts to forgive others.</div><div align="center">Think about it, how hard is it to forgive someone who hurt you?</div><div align="center">How hard is it to forgive someone that made you cry?</div><div align="center">How hard is it to forgive someone that broke your trust?</div><div align="center">I'll answer that,</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">pretty fucking hard.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I struggle so much to forgive people every day. I'm the type of person that holds a grudge. If I had it my way, I'd hate everyone that hurt me, <strong>forever.</strong></div><div align="center">Yeah, a lot of people don't deserve to be forgiven. There's only so much shit a person should be allowed to get away with. But if you really think about it,<em> </em></div><div align="center"><em>it's so much easier to hate someone than forgive them.</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Forgiving takes courage. </div><div align="center">Forgiving is hard.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong>When you take the time to <em>really</em> forgive someone,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> it's fucking hard.</strong> </div><div align="center">You have to go back through that pain, work yourself through it, and accept the fact that it happened. Forgiveness takes hours, days, even years. I think one thing people need to realize is that every thing that happened in their life had purpose. Every heartbreak, every sleepless night, every tear has its purpose. I know one thing, I would never have become as strong as I am today without every person in the world that has ever fucked me over, talked shit about me, or hurt my feelings. They may have thought they won,</div><div align="center"> but <strong>I'm happy they hurt me.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> </strong>Every bad thing that anyone has ever done to me in my past has made me the person that I am today. It gave me the relationship I have today. It gave me the strength to live that I have today.</div><div align="center">And even though I am happy, and I've come to realize how important these people were responsible for making me the person I am, and that I love, today, it's still hard for me to find it in my heart to forgive them. </div><div align="center">So I really envy anyone out there that has the balls to forgive and come to terms with the people that hurt them in their life, because it's something I struggle with everyday.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">"FORGIVE THEM, EVEN IF THEY'RE NOT SORRY."</span></em></div><div align="center"></div>kelsadelynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16357797271694788830noreply@blogger.com0Peshtigo, WI, USA45.035779224745191 -87.83094760937501644.620780724745188 -88.300012609375017 45.450777724745194 -87.361882609375016tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4684619650768792892.post-69765672222589713532011-12-05T18:07:00.000-08:002011-12-05T18:07:12.129-08:00My Five Reasons<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Last week, I gave an assignment to some of the kids that I mentor.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">It was a simple assignment, make me a list of five reasons to smile.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I thought it was going to be a simple, surface responses such as "I get to play my xbox everynight." But I was shocked by the heart felt, well thought through, emotional responses I got back. And then I got called out, because they watch my facebook page and my twitter and my blog. They know that no matter how much I tell them things will get better, that they'll get the people they need in their lives and learn who to let go, </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>I still struggle.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">So this is for them, to show them that I can practice what I preach, that I'm not scared to let people know my shit anymore, and that even though things are hard sometimes for me, for every one bad thing that happens in my life,</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><strong>I'm alive.</strong> And I shouldn't be. Only the Lord knows how many nights I spent thinking of ways not to be. I've done so many things I'm not proud of, but one thing I <em>am </em>proud of is that I made it.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><strong>I'm happy with myself. </strong>Yeah, I have days where I struggle with my body. Somedays I want to lose weight, somedays I want to gain weight. Somedays I love being super tall, somedays it's a pain in my ass. But the truth is, that I would never change my body. I love it, and it's what sets me apart from everyone else. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><strong>I'm smart. </strong>Lol everyone's gonna be like "Oh my gosh Kelsey is like sooo conceited." No. No. Shut the fuck up & listen. Through all the tears, sleepless nights, cuts, and fear I've endured, I've learned. I know how to spot a fake friend from miles away. I know who to trust and who not to nowadays, or so I think I do. I know now that it is better to have no friends than fake friends. I know now not to let people take me for granted because when it comes down to it, I'm a good person. I know now not to let any man push me around and belittle me. I know now exactly what I deserve, and I will <strong>never<em> </em>again </strong>settle for less than I deserve.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><strong>I have the perfect relationship. </strong>I absolutely, 100%, no doubt love my boyfriend. We laugh together. We (totally just me, but he's there when it happens) cry together. I never in my life could have imagined finding someone I have so much in common with. We have the exact same sense of humor. As he knows, I wouldn't be here today without him. He honestly saved my life. Looking back eight months ago, If someone would've told me I would be alive to see December 2011, I would've told them they're an idiot. I never thought I would come out of my depression. I thought my life was done. But little did I know, it's just starting. :)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">I love you Isaac Matthew.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>"</em>Stay strong now, because things will get better.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It might be stormy now, but it can't rain forever.<em>"</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><strong> </strong>Exodus 15:2 The LORD is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.</div><div align="center"> He is my God, and I will praise him, my father's God, and I will exalt him.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">if you don't like my fucking boyfriend.</div><div align="center">Chances are, I don't fucking like you.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">"He changed you durrrdurrrrrr I'm a dumb skank"</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong>Lol </strong>sorry you're jealous that I'm actually hanging out with someone who makes me happy. Maybe if you weren't a piece of shit friend, I would hang out with you. I've never ditched anyone for Isaac, ever. Sorry that we sometimes make plans the previous day before, and I'm not gonna ditch him, just like I don't ditch anyone else.</div><div align="center">If you have an opinion about my relationship, </div><div align="center">do yourself a favor, </div><div align="center">and shove it up your ass.</div><div align="center">Because I honestly could not care less what you have to say.</div><div align="center">And I'll rip you a new ass hole if you wanna whine about it because </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I guarentee </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: small;">you haven't made an attempt to hangout with me in the last two months, other wise we would have hung out.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">If you "miss me" so damn much, you could possibly trying <strong>talking to me,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> </strong>Instead of talking <em>about </em>me.</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;">☮</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">It threatens and even <em>ruins</em> the future.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Life would be so much easier, if the past was more easily forgotten.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Life would be so much easier, if people would forgive their pasts.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Life would be so much easier, if people lived in the present, instead of the past.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"><em>Yesterday is yesterday.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"><em>Last week is last week.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"><em>Last year is last year.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"><em>Today is today.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I feel like everyone needs to get that clear. Not</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">hing that happens in the past, should effect your happiness today, because that's exactly what it is: <em>the past.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">It happened, it's over. So lie your head down, and let it be. Because no effort will ever change it. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I've been crying for like two hours, because the past is threatening my future. And it shouldn't be. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">It's amazing how much past experiences can scare someone. It terrifies a person to the point they push away happiness in the present, for fear that it will only repeat past unhappy experiences. Because something good has turned bad in the the past, many people think it will continue in the same pattern in the future,</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">which is not true.</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I've worked so hard to let my past go and accept it, and I wish others in my life would to.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana;">"Forgiveness is such a simple word, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana;">but it's so hard to do when you've been hurt."</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;">MAKE PEACE, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;">LET GO.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;"><3</span></strong></div>kelsadelynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16357797271694788830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4684619650768792892.post-16676995633970604602011-11-05T21:57:00.000-07:002011-11-05T21:57:29.975-07:00Fake Friends<div align="center"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>"I would rather have no friends, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>than fake friends."</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I cannot express effectively how <em>fucking sick</em> I am of having fake friends.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I do the best I can to stick up for my friends, <strong>no matter what</strong>. It's absolutely irritating, watching someone I stick up for,have no backbone to stick up for themselves. It's like honestly, if someone fucked you over, why are you now bestfriends?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Everyone complains about people not being real, when really, they're fake themselves. I don't understand why people let others walk all over them, but then have the nerve to complain about it. So, <em>I'm done</em> sticking up for people who don't stick up for themselves, because it is honestly <strong>a waste of my time</strong>. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">So here I am, on a Saturday night, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;"><em>alone</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;"><em>watching television</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;"><em>eating cheez-it's.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">But hey, at least I'm not out, with people who talk shit about me, don't appreciate me, and use me like most of my <em>friends</em> are.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">So like I said, I'd rather have <strong>NO</strong> friends than <strong>FAKE</strong> friends.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><em>Because I have a backbone and self respect.</em></span></div><div align="center"></div>kelsadelynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16357797271694788830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4684619650768792892.post-24639402805058533212011-10-23T23:17:00.000-07:002011-10-23T23:17:43.146-07:00I know, I'm skinny.<div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm not anoerxic.</span></div><div align="center">I've heard it since I was little. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #93c47d;">I'm too skinny. I need to start eating more. I look gross.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">And to that, I'd like to say</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Shut up, you don't know me.</span></div><div align="center">When I was younger, hearing about how skinny I was and how <em>gross I look </em><span style="font-size: large;">hurt me.</span></div><div align="center">I struggled with body issues because of it. I used to eat and eat and eat, so much so until I'd stuff myself so full that I'd vomit.</div><div align="center"> Until one day I realized, people weren't making fun of me for being skinny. Their was absolutely nothing wrong with me being skinny, <em>people were making fun of me because they were jealous. </em>I was hated, because I was skinnier than everyone else, and they hated it.</div><div align="center">It's amazing looking back now, seventeen, and seeing that.</div><div align="center">I love my body, and I don't care what anyone else has to say about it, because while you're calling me disgusting and secretly worrying about your own weight,</div><div align="center">I'm loving my body, the same way I wish everyone else would their own.</div><div align="center">I've come to learn that it doesn't matter what other people think about you're body, </div><div align="center">it's about what <span style="font-size: x-large;">you </span><span style="font-size: small;">think about your body.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: small;">I wish people would see that instead of bashing other people's bodies, they need to worrry about their own. I pray for everyone who has body issues, because I think every body size is beautiful, and it's horrifying seeing the amount of girls who don't think they're beautiful.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: small;">So this is to say basically, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">I don't care what you think about my body.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: small;">I think it's beautiful and it's exactly what God gave me,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">so I do not give a <em>fuck </em>what you have to say about it.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: small;">Stop hate. Spread love.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-large;"> <3</span></div>kelsadelynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16357797271694788830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4684619650768792892.post-73623538449604351532011-10-22T11:47:00.000-07:002011-10-22T11:47:01.107-07:00My Motive<div style="text-align: center;">Many people have opinions about the way I'm reaching out to help others struggling with depression, self harm, etc.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A lot of people really <span style="font-size: large;"><em>appreciate</em></span> hearing about how I'm changing my life by attempting a more positive attitude and doing my best to help others, while others see my ideals of how to connect with others whom are suffering and to share my journey through my suffering and healing as a</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <em><span style="font-size: large;">plea for attention. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;">So basically, I'm writing this to say that <span style="font-size: large;"><em>I am not hurt </em></span><span style="font-size: small;">by your viewpoint on publicising my journey through this rough patch in my life. If anything, you're making my will to keep up what I am doing </span><span style="font-size: large;"><em>stronger.</em> </span><span style="font-size: small;">Like I've read on many of your facebook statuses..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;">"If you have haters, you're doing something right."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">So keep criticizing me, because I'm doing <span style="font-size: large;"><em>what I feel is God's will for me to do. </em></span><span style="font-size: small;">So if you don't like or don't agree with my motives, that's fine. You can hate me, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">but you </span><span style="font-size: large;"><em>cannot break me.</em></span></span></div>kelsadelynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16357797271694788830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4684619650768792892.post-71704700293781173272011-10-22T09:38:00.000-07:002011-10-22T09:38:45.666-07:00How to Save a Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong>HOW TO SAVE A LIFE -THE FRAY</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This song describes perfectly how I spent my life last night. Sleepless, I may be, but my heart is at rest, knowing I helped someone else who was struggling rest their head peacefully.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: black;">Lastnight, I can honestly say, was one of the best nights of my life. I started online mentoring kids of about middle school age about a week ago, and I decided that I would offer my help as a 24/7 option. It's going to be a struggle, that I learned last night. I recieved call after call on video chat from kids who honestly needed someone. Someone they could trust. Someone to make the pain go away, just for a few moments so they could rest their heads and fall asleep, and to my surprise, that someone was <strong><em>me. </em></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">I could never explain the feeling that engulfed my body after each call ended. Knowing that <strong><em>I</em></strong> may have just saved someone's life. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: black;">As a teen struggling with depression and suicide myself, I knew my decision to help these kids was the thing I needed to do to make my own life worth living. From experience, I know the impact of someone willing to help and to care for you through all the hard times in a person's life. The urgency in the kid's voices I talked to last night, showed me how meaningful I was, and I'm pretty sure I found <strong><em>my purpose in life. </em></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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