I don’t know who needs to hear this, but the end goal shouldn’t be to ‘Not Give a Damn’. (I know. The title doesn’t use ‘damn’. But my anxiety won’t let me use the other word for a post that my sweet mother and/or her friends might read. So it’s gonna be ‘damn’. You get the idea.) You know the type: They are loud and tough and make sure that everyone knows it. They shout from the rooftops that they don’t give a damn what anybody else thinks or does. They often REALLY love to

What’s stressing you right now? It might be the panic shopping on Amazon, hoping to make your kid’s Christmas amazing (while trying to find all the things that will be here by the 25th). Or maybe it’s hosting a bunch of family. Or maybe it’s the weight you’ve put on, or workout you keep skipping. Maybe your kid’s grades aren’t where you’d like them, or someone was mean to them. Maybe people are talking about you. Or maybe you’re simply exhausted with alllllll the things. Turn

This is an apology to my Authentic Self. The true me, whom I silenced in the name of people-pleasing. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I silenced you.  I’m sorry that the thoughts and opinions of everyone else in the room came before yours. I’m sorry I forced you to remain uncomfortable, so that others could be comfortable. I’m sorry you had to laugh at that joke that simply wasn’t funny. I’m sorry you wanted to wear that, but I put it back, in case you were seen. I’m sorry I avoided pla

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