This past weekend was a rough one.

I received a lot of bad news which set me back a lot and made me think that I was a failure and that I would never be good enough.

I beat myself up so much about it to the point that I would breakdown and just cry about everything, and I rarely cry anymore. So when I do, I know it's something serious that meant a lot to me. I hate rejection, I hate failure, and I hate admitting that I've experienced both of these.

Life is made up of rejection and failure, but for some reason, I push myself to achieve my goals, and when I don't reach them I become extremely embarrassed and upset with myself.

Thousands of thoughts run through my head. Did I say the wrong thing? Did I do the wrong thing? Was it the way I was dressed or the way I acted?

Most importantly I ask myself: How could I have been better?

I often forget that sometimes, probably most of the time, it's not even your fault that something didn't work out in your favor. It could be a sign that it just wasn't meant to be. I'm a strong believer that whatever is meant to be will be.

Some things don't happen so better things can happen down the road. This is something I need to remind myself often. A lot of things didn't work out for me recently. But, instead of dwelling on how I could've made it work, I need to remind myself that everything happens for a reason. I need to remind myself that I'm involved with so many other successful things that make up for these setbacks.

I need to remind myself that it's going to be okay and that it is okay to be rejected and to fail.

It only makes you stronger in the end.