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Accept Yourself and Be Yourself

When I chose a feminine costume every year, other people really hurt my feelings with their words. “You are gay, you’re not a man,” and sometimes cruller words. So I kind of believed them and started to think about myself. Am I normal? What is wrong with me? The older I got, the more I tried to hide my real self. I started wearing black clothing most of the time, and started to be what society thinks a man should be, and looks like…

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Self-Forgiveness

I have always been very strict with myself, making self-compassion and self-forgiveness a very difficult skill to develop and maintain. If I ruminate about something that didn’t work out or that worked out but was not perfect, I always end up being the first one to take the blame. I tell myself that I should have known better. I punish myself for not being a fortune teller. Does that sound familiar? 

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Top 5 Self-Care Practices to Implement - Part 3

As we are in the warmer part of the year, I ride home from work with the citybike. If it is not possible for you to ride a bike, just get off the bus or tram one or two stations before your actual station and walk home. This helps me to unwind tremendously and to clear my head  after work. (Also you spend a few minutes outside after being inside the office all day!)

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How Art in Vienna Moves Me

I live in a city where classical music was birthed. In a city where the museums are plentiful. Where sculptures grace most corners and there are Roman ruins just outside the palace gates. I mean the access to beauty is abundant and the venues plentiful. Baroque architecture reaches high and every which way one turns a brilliant surprise awaits. And still I find myself gasping in disbelief as I stroll through the city streets. Literally. Even if I have seen that particular alleyway or hidden gem before. I hope I continue to do so until the day I leave. I don't ever want to take this for granted.  

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Top 5 Self-Care Practices to Implement - Part 2

This is not an easy practice, but it is worth it. Throughout my mental health journey, I lost a lot of "friends" because now I need a lot more time to practice self-care. I also have learned that my body needs a minimum of 8 hours of sleep, so I am always the one that leaves the party early. After I learned that my body reacts really strongly to alcohol, I am the one that will stay sober throughout events, and will not meet for breakfast because of my morning run.

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How Pets Influence our Lives: A Story About Polo

It hurt us to watch him suffer and still when it came time to make the decision regarding his diagnosis it wasn't easy. We wanted to hang on a bit longer. Go on one more walk. Have him chase one more treat around the house just so we could watch him when he looked like a rocking horse. But that wouldn't have been best for him. So we had to say goodbye. Friends, let me tell you that was not an easy thing to do. Watching our Things grieve Polo was rough. I couldn't keep it together. It was almost as if he knew. There was a blanket waiting for him in the room and he laid down immediately. We showered him with love and held his fu-man-chu face in our hands and rubbed his ears, all his favorite spots. I kissed him and cried into his neck. And then it was over.  

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3 Simple Tips to Break Through Anxiety

Accept that you might be the sort of person who needs a lot of time to themselves. There are some who draw energy from socialising, and I am not recommending you withdraw completely from all those around you – in fact, I would recommend that you make a conscious effort to spend a few hours per week in the company of other human beings outside of work to help you get out of your head, and also to nurture existing friendships. At the same time, many people I know create additional anxiety for themselves by being unable to say “no.” If you need an afternoon just to yourself, don’t commit to spending time with five other people. 

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Mindful Photography

There are three figs. They’re lined up on my white table. Not quite green and not quite red, they’re an in-between color, that point where red and green meet and mix. There are patches of green. Patches of red. Patches of brown. I stand still, and look closer. 

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