Lately I’ve been thinking about how difficult it is to love
someone else, but how much harder it is to love yourself
ask yourself this: How much time did you invest on your last or current
significant other? Have you spent even half of that energy on yourself?

This reminds me of a conversation I had with someone about therapy. He told me
that we need to consistently tell ourselves that there is a real person living in us
that has been neglected and forgotten. That person is you, but he hasn’t grown and is a child-like version of you.
and just like one takes care of their son with love and care we need to nourish them with it
instead of feeding it bad habits or constant abuse.

Has it been a while since you’ve told yourself that its alright to feel
the way they ripped your heart out?
Have you ever acknowledged that you kept medicating your broken heart
when all it really needed was to be picked up off the floor? Each piece on the floor
like a crowded garage that never got swept. People would step on it too with their constant
questions that would remind you of the person responsible for this mess. Disillusioned and
numb, you would continue on the viscious cycle of finding healing in the wrong places.

It might feel like there is not enough time in the world for healing. Especially when its so difficult
to spend time alone with yourself. It’s ugly feeling this way, but this is a part of the process.
when one thinks of healing we often think of the end, yet there is a lot of pain during and after. Like a broken bone
you need medication to get through, you need support, and you need to understand that you will always carry
a portion of that pain with you. That’s healing, keep going.