Chingonas, Encouragement, Parenting, Self Care, Stories, Suicide, Uncategorized

Stories We Tell Ourselves

Sometimes I shouldn’t watch so much CNN.

Another young girl committed suicide after she was bullied and tormented on Facebook. She was 14 years old.  After I said a little prayer and asked for her soul to rest in peace, the story stayed with me for a few days.

I thought about how the stories we tell ourselves are often from the words we collect around us. Story can be a narration of the events in the life of a person.  We are especially vulnerable during childhood and our middle years. Words we collect about our self, and tell our self, can often be untrue.

Words like fatty, four-eyes, dork, stupid, ugly, slut, loser, whore… These are like drops of acid. When a word is repeated, the impact is compounded and often difficult to undo. We can tell ourselves these are just words, but if we believe them they become words with meaning. Words we remember.

The good news is that we can give ourself  and others, nurturing, self building words. Words to edit out the negative and create a more truthful story.


Think about it, how would your life be different?

How would someone else’s life be different?