Have you ever sat in a dark and lonely room wondering what the hell is wrong with you?

Why am I so different? Why don’t I seem to fit in? Why can’t I be loved? Why do I fuck up everything I touch? Why can’t I be more?

The endless quest to fix ourselves, like we were born tainted. Something to despise and be disgusted in.

Who can say where this comes from?

For some of us it’s hazy and can’t clearly be defined. For others it’s a life of neglect or abuse or discomfort with the fact that we are different. Our thoughts and ideas don’t seem to match others and for that we think we should feel shame and face ridicule.

I know how you feel. I’ve been there.

One powerful lesson I learned from many years of travel is that we are so much more alike than we are different.

It doesn’t matter if you live in an igloo, plough the rice fields with a village buffalo, herd the cattle of the Masai plains, or do the hoe down at the local community hall, we are similar in our essence than we are in our traditions and lifestyle choices.

We all feel the same pain, the same disconnect, the same longing to be loved and accepted.

We go through those moments when we feel like we aren’t.

The Struggle for Self Acceptance

An introvert, so shy I could barely whisper my name, yet many were happy to whisper it in the corridors of school and behind bushes.

I’ve been there. What’s wrong with me? Why does no one like me? How can I fix myself?

The boyfriend who could not return my infatuation and felt content to give it instead to those to younger and prettier than I

What was wrong with me? Why wasn’t I good enough?

The trauma of trying to hide it all behind endless partying, silent tears, and sometimes louder ones.

To the dream I then tried to chase. And the harder I chased, the faster it ran leaving a wake of destruction in its path.

The time came when I thought I had fixed myself. A wonderful husband, a beautiful child, a life of adventures.

Yet, it still arrived.

The moment when I fucked it all up. Why couldn’t I be like others? Why couldn’t I have the success I desired? Why did others seem to have their shit so together?

When was I ever going to get it right?

On my knees in my wardrobe sobbing.

Please fix me.

Have you been there, some way or another? Do you wonder if you will ever get it right, if the pain will stop, if you can stop being a cyclonic wave of destruction?

I started this blog because I knew we are all alike. I know that we all suffer pain and hardship and I know that we are never alone, even if we think we are.

I’m here to let you know that you don’t need fixing.

There is nothing wrong with you. You are perfection that has forgotten that.

Forgotten that you are perfect and that you can never be perfect so stop striving for it.

Finding my self acceptance

The moment I changed my thinking. The moment I believed that I have it all within me. The moment that I accepted that I am perfect even with all my flaws was the moment I stopped trying to fix me and was healed.

The problems still come but now I embrace them. I can handle them. I know it is not just me, it is just life.

I don’t need to fit in, I don’t need to always say the right things, and sometimes I say really wrong things. I don’t need to make all the right decisions, I don’t need to be loved by everyone and it’s okay to be hated by many.

All I need to do is be me.

There are no drugs, no bottles of tequila, no therapy classes, and no other person who can fix you.

Just be you. You defeated millions of other sperms in the race to be you. You won. You earned the right to be you so start filling that space and accept how special it is.