For so long I thought it was him I was meant to love. But it was really me I was meant to find.
I love myself and it is amazing! It feels so good and brings me so much peace and joy. I don’t need any man to love me. None of us NEED someone else to love. It’s wonderful and beautiful, but not NECESSARY to be happy.
As long as I love myself, I can be whole and happy. I have always had a good self-image because I had parents who told me I was beautiful, special and amazing. Which anyone with depression knows, is exactly the opposite of how you feel when you are in a depression. I felt weak, crazy, lazy and worthless. Even though I know I’m none of those things, it’s what the disease makes you think. My family, most of all my parents, kept me going when I didn’t think I would be able to.
I don’t think I have really loved myself for a long time. Definitely not since my Mom died and the last year was torture. I kept telling myself if P loved me, I would be happy and complete.
But even when he did, I wasn’t truly whole or happy for long. That had nothing to do with him and everything to do with me. No one is responsible for my happiness but me.
Such a simple concept but something I had lost sight of for a while. I’m so glad I finally remembered 🙂