good morning

Something hit me like a truck in therapy last week.
It’s like I’ve woken up from a 26-year sleep.
I realized I’ve been floating through life—disconnected,
not fully anchored in myself.

This breakup cracked something open.
For the first time, I’m seeing myself as an individual person
One that needs my attention, care, and love

I thought I understood what it meant
to have a relationship with yourself,
to be connected to who you are.
But truthfully, I’ve only skimmed the surface.

I’ve chased validation like it held the keys
to my self-worth.
Ive sought out love like proof
that I was lovable in the first place.

It’s not that I hate myself. I never have—
but I haven’t tended to myself
like someone who deserves to be cared for.
i haven’t seen myself as someone
whose garden is worth watering.

Each passing day since that session,
I’ve been rewriting my narrative
gently, intentionally.

I’ve stepped outside of my body
and the familiar thoughts that used to hold me.

I’m treating myself
the way I would a friend, or even my younger self—
with encouragement,
with love,
with steady support.

I’m protecting my peace- my younger self’s peace. my future self’s peace
Im learning that I am deserving
of my own care,
my own love.

After all,
I’ve always had so much genuine love to give.