entire narrative about ourselves is defined by the lies we’ve told ourselves about ourselves.For me, mine is that I am inherently unlovable, and so I must pour myself out like water on a budding flower to get the love in my life to bloom.
That I cannot bloom from sunlight and rain and the natural flow of life alone. I must pour myself out daily and give and give and give in order to receive.
Because me on my own? I’m not enough.If you met me, you’d never guess this is how I feel about myself. I’m as upbeat as they come, positive, always quick with a smile and a laugh.
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