Jeet's Journey

I feel like at some point in our lives, all of us have felt resentful towards someone or a situation.  Some might feel more resentful, others not as much. In my most recent counselling session, my therapist confronted me with a lot of s*&%.  The amazing thing about counselling is that it is allowing me to become more mindful of the issues causing me anxiety, but it's also hard because... I don't know how to go about changing these thoughts and feelings that have become so normalized within me.  During this session I realized that I am feeling resentful about the things that have happened in my life and towards the people who were a part of the pain that I experienced in the past.  The weird thing is, I'm not sure I was aware that I was holding onto this until I hashed it out some more.  To be honest, I don't even think I realized it was "resentment" because it is something that has been out of sight and out of mind for a very long time.  Unconsciou

I hate to say it, but I'm addicted to my fricken iPhone.  I browse my phone first thing in the morning before I'm even out of bed, and I browse once I'm back in bed getting ready to sleep for the night.  I'm literally a zombie scrolling through my Instagram, Facebook and Snapchat feeds.  It's become so normal in my everyday life that I don't even pay attention to how much I am using these apps on my phone... and to be completely honest - it's not something I am overly proud of. Do you find yourself endlessly scrolling through your phone all the time time? Do you scroll so much that you lose track of time and not realize how much time you've actually spent on your phone? Yeah... that's me.  I have "Screen Time" enabled on my iPhone which tells me how much time I've spent on my phone.  I am embarrassed to say that my weekly average is close to 5 hours A DAY.  F-I-V-E  H-O-U-R-S !!! Insane right?? Out of the approximate 16 hours

I worry about the perception people have of me.  Not to an extreme or anything, but I do get anxiety sometimes wondering if I'm being judged, made fun of or criticized.  It's stupid I know and I'm not sure where this notion of wondering what other people are thinking about me comes from, but it happens.  I know I am not alone in this struggle of caring about what people think, which is why I am writing this blog. These feelings of insecurity really got me wondering where they come from. The self doubt, the caring of what people think about me and why it bothers me so much...  I guess life experiences must have lead to these feelings.  I remember feeling like I never fit in throughout my school years until I got to University.  I was always very outgoing and unapologetically myself; however, my genuine personality wasn't always accepted so well.  I experienced a lot of judgement and some bullying as well.  One instance in particular that I will never forget is whe