The world needs more kindness.

I just stopped seeking others, the right ones find me. I stopped changing myself to be “normal”, rip bit feel judged. I feel better about myself and the right people like me.

I was kind to others far longer than I was kind to myself. I’ve been abused, blamed, mistreated, hurt, so many things that formed who I am now.

I think I would have been kind anyway without being raped and sexually assaulted more than 30 times. But I don’t let that stop me from helping men if they need it. Nothing is all or nothing.

A huge problem in society is labeling, cruelty, and shame. It is bad for everyone. If society labels someone as bad, then as a human, the person may believe it and do bad things. If more people showed compassion, and helped each other, it would be much better. This was the idealism that has hurt me, but helped others.

This country. Is it free? Is it united? Can you stop and answer truthfully?

Many people offered to help me with the junk I was left with at my parents old house. Who helped? 2. My neighbor from when I was growing up cyrs the edges and lawn and a new friend helped me clean up some junk. This is accepting nice from the universe.

And I’m grateful to both the people who offered and the people who helped. Why? Why not?

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If you want to be better, do better. Kindness heals. People are human. Humans are flawed and have potential for good. People can surprise you.

The people who are supposed to live you, like family, sometimes just hurt you. You have to decide what us right for you. My sister us beautiful, I love her, she seemed gaily, I’m very glad. I miss my niece so much. But it was give, give, give; take, judge, cruel. I set that free. Shes very small minded, judgmental and harsh to me (and others although she fakes it very well.) she loves her daughter so much but feeds her only sugar and carbohydrates. People are imperfect. I think she tries, just not fur me. And that why she is bit for me. I grieve the sister I had when we were little. That sister died more than 20 years ago and became a toxic person to me. Doesn’t mean she’s bad in general.

I am not perfect, so I didn’t judge others. Looking closer, I actually di judge others. Those that are hurt others, don’t want to change, and make the world worse. I judge them. I’m okay with that.

Going through 8 years if abuse could gave killed me, but it gave me the unique perspective to recognize it, and help other victims. In this way it is good.

The man who thinks he cannot and the man who thinks he can are both right.

I lost a very dear friend, whom I realized I had a soul connection with. I had to block him and move on. I’ll always love him, and have compassion. Hurt people hurt people. He hurt me badly, but has been hurt. I have to heal and keep doing better.