It hurts me deeply to see the people around me that I care about get so hurt by the words of others. It hurts me to know that they are hurting. It hurts me to know that people can be so mean and vicious. It hurts me to witness the pain in their eyes. It hurts me to see the negativity in society today. It hurts to see the division occurring right before my eyes..

Why is it that the negative words of others stab so deep into us and it is all we can focus on? I spend my days with my sweet students learning about their lives, their family and their dreams. I spend my days trying my best to empower them to believe in themselves, practice self love, be kind, work hard, love those who you care about most. I see the pain in their eyes when someone doubts them, calls them names, tells them they aren’t worthy. I feel the pain when the tears stream down their face. I feel the fear when they don’t know what else to say. I feel the heartbreak when it’s their own mother hurting them.

I try my best to encourage them and build them back up. I remind them if the people who love them. I remind them that unhappy people will try to make you unhappy. I remind them of this and then tell them that we should wish for them that they get the help and love that they need so they can treat people better.

My students are strong, so unbelievably strong. I say it all the time that they are the definition of love. All the people I care about are strong and worthy of love.

We, as human beings, must start being better to each other. 

I see my family members hurt through so many obstacles. I see Cameron hurt.. It’s the worst possible feeling in the world trying to help someone realize their worth but the words of others have already sunk in so deep.

I know that these miserable people who choose to talk negatively about others are unhappy. I know that misery loves company. I know that there is a good heart within.. I know that they have the ability to care, be kind and empathize. I know this is possible. I’m hopeful.

I get so tired of the negativity especially when I see my high school students going through it. I try to teach them better ways. I am not perfect by any means but I remember what it was like in high school. I remember what it was like to lose sight of myself. I know what it’s like to let words sink in so deep that it feels almost impossible to recover from it.

I absolutely hate seeing my students cry. I hate seeing the people I care about most hurt.

We must care for each other and most importantly, we must care for ourselves. Self love is healing. Self care is the way to self love.

“Before I ask you to sit with me, I must be able to sit with myself. Before I ask you to accept my pain, I have to accept the pain myself. Before I ask you to love me, I have to be madly in love with myself.”