Home is not a place, it’s a feeling

It’s been a little while since my last post, it has been a crazy few weeks of study, work and trying to fit in all of the other pleasures that life has to offer. But I’m finally starting to feel on top of things and learn that it’s okay to have some down time to relax and show yourself some love.

So, here’s what’s on my mind on this Tuesday evening..

Recently my family had to start considering what would happen to our family home if something were to happen to my parents. My parents have lived in this house for over 20 years and renovated majority of it themselves. I began to reflect on all of the memories my family and our loved ones had shared in this house, all of the birthdays, Christmas celebrations, “discussions” (as my Dad and brother would call them when they had heated disagreements over which way is up), all of the game nights with my siblings, movie nights and home-cooked dinners.

It was when I was thinking of all the special times my family have shared in this house that I realised, it wasn’t the house itself that made it home, it was the memories we made together.

Home is not a building, it’s a feeling. It’s the feeling you get when you know you’re safe to be completely yourself without any judgement or insecurity. It’s when you feel loved, accepted and comfortable. Home is a special feeling, it’s not always sunshine and rainbows but it’s knowing you can get through the tough times and one day it will be okay. For me, I get this feeling in many places, with many people. I feel at home in the house I spent my first 19 years in, in the dorm room I’ve lived in for a year where I’ve learnt to be strong and independent, during a phonecall with my Mum going through the ins and outs of a boring day,  with my family, laughing at a poor excuse of a joke I’ve attempted to tell, at the beach where I can wash my deepest fears and worries away, in a candlelit bath after a hard day, in the reassuring arms of my boyfriend, and many other places.

While I will always have sentimental attachment to the house I grew up in, at the end of the day, so long as I still have my family, I will still have a home. The thought of anything happening to my parents is heartbreaking but I know there will always be parts of them in my siblings and I, and if we stick together, we will be okay.

Please take photos, make memories and hold your loved ones close. Find your true home and spend as much time there as you possibly can, it’s good for your soul, I promise.

Love yourself, be yourself and be kind to yourself.

-B x

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“Not all sunshine and rainbows”

Alright legends, I’ll be straight up honest here, I have no clue what I’m doing. Please bear with me as I learn the way of blogging and sharing my inner-most thoughts with complete strangers. I guess I better start by introducing myself and sharing how I got to this point. My name is Bri, I’m a 20 year old law student living in Victoria, Australia. I have the most beautiful family, an abundance of wonderful friends and the most supportive and loving boyfriend. I have so many amazing things in my life yet lately I have suffered terribly with severe anxiety and depression, stemming from physical health issues, living away from my family, the stress of studying and the overwhelming pressure I put on myself to achieve a high level of success in all areas of my life. I’ve suffered from anxiety for about a decade however, 6 months ago I struggled to see any light in my life and faced many thoughts of suicide and crushingly low self-esteem.

I am starting to find my magic again and am reinventing myself. That’s how this whole blog started, I’m trying to find an outlet for the abundance of thoughts that race through my head 24/7. The thing about learning to love yourself is that there’s no set way to do it and it is a gradual process, that can only be taken one day at a time. While I wish it was a ‘quick fix’ issue I also understand that it’s about the destination, not the journey and I am incredibly lucky to have so many gorgeous people around me helping me to be my best self.

I can’t always promise I’ll be an overly exciting writer or that my posts will be overly interesting but I can promise that I’ll always be honest and I’ll always appreciate any feedback, good or bad.

I’m not always sunshine and rainbows but you have to learn to dance in the rain while waiting for the storm to pass.

Love yourself, be yourself and be kind to yourself.

-B x