My Positivity Story

Okay, so where do I begin?

So, before June 11th, 2012, I would get upset over every single little thing, even when it didn’t pertain to me. The things that would upset me were little things my mom would say, how my mom was acting, every little thing. I’d get upset and cry in my bedroom. No one in my family would know what was wrong. I’d just say I was tired or I had something in my eye, or that it was just watering. I’d never say the real reason. I’d lock myself in my room and blast music so no one would hear me cry.

Then I had this talk with one of my friends. He is almost always positive and I asked how he does it. He told me that he just doesn’t let anything bother him for more than ten minutes, so I decided to try that. So far, I’m succeeding.

Of course, it’s hard sometimes, but I just push the feeling out of my head, put a smile on my face and continue. I’ve never been happier. This positivity is just amazing and I can’t believe I’ve gone this long.

Before, I wouldn’t be happy for more than three hours, and now, I’ve gone all these days and I’m still counting on. It is a mental thing, which I’ve always had problems with those kinds of things, but this, this is just surprising, for me, anyway. I am hoping to continue this, so if you see me counting up the days, this is what I’m doing. Counting my positivity!<3

June 11th, 2012<3