Loving people for who they were and their potential isn't enough.
You have to love them for who they are.
That has been a wound on my heart since I can remember. Loving people who hurt me. I learned it wasn't about who they were, it was about me not mattering enough and I knew it. In my little world love was earned not given. I have repeated that cycle over and over.
As I analyze this part of myself, I'm witnessing the breakdown of strength. The desperation for connection with someone who treats me poorly, that's not, me. The character I have built has grown beyond being attached to pain. I am not aligning with my truth because I keep choosing pain. Is this addiction? What do I call this demon because it's time to get to know each other.
I am tired of being low maintenance. I want to be treated nicely. I want kindness to flow back and forth and honesty and expression. I don't want to earn it, I deserve it. I can give it.
It's so important, I don't care if I die without ever having it.
I will be happy I didn't settle.
That has been a wound on my heart since I can remember. Loving people who hurt me. I learned it wasn't about who they were, it was about me not mattering enough and I knew it. In my little world love was earned not given. I have repeated that cycle over and over.
As I analyze this part of myself, I'm witnessing the breakdown of strength. The desperation for connection with someone who treats me poorly, that's not, me. The character I have built has grown beyond being attached to pain. I am not aligning with my truth because I keep choosing pain. Is this addiction? What do I call this demon because it's time to get to know each other.
I am tired of being low maintenance. I want to be treated nicely. I want kindness to flow back and forth and honesty and expression. I don't want to earn it, I deserve it. I can give it.
It's so important, I don't care if I die without ever having it.
I will be happy I didn't settle.
