Becoming intimate with yourself.

 Most of us are stuck in fractured rhythms of adolescence. When we see growth ahead of us, we suddenly fall into a rut and sink into a sea of self-condemnation. Furthermore, we blame ourselves for being inactive, we criticise our self-worth and become even more helpless. 

If we want to acquire our dreams we must work to know ourselves and thus forth we can flourish. 

Intimacy. We hear this word a lot when it comes to external relationships yet the word is distant from our minds when we think of ourselves. 

When I hear the word intimacy, I feel the wind lightly stroke my skin and I feel the warmth of a kiss touch my skin softly. If I were to continue I would make both you and I cringe so I will spare you of that...

All of these described actions can of course be performed by another being, but do you know you can learn to become intimate with yourself?

Search your mind for the voice of your inner child. The one that needs to be shown love, attention and care. Listen to the repetitive sounds of your conscience telling you to finally adopt a healthier life. Go on a walk to clear your mind. Pour out your grief on paper or in music. The list can go on and on and on.

Destroy the narrative that you are not capable of nurturing your soul.

Yes you may feel broken beyond repair, but if you take the time and effort to listen to your body and mind, you can heal areas that are parched of love. 


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