You weren’t sure for quite some time. You didn’t know whether or not they would digest you. You couldn’t stand to think of their opposition. Of your individuality. So you conformed. You conformed for years. You know how it goes... get along with everyone; put others ahead of yourself; always be there for them, etc.. You became really good at it too. One would think you belonged right there. Being a martyr for everyone else’s peace of mind. Neglecting yourself in the name of sacrifice and with secret hopes of external praise.
You realized that you didn’t belong there at all. That framework wasn’t serving you. The discomfort became unbearable. Suffocating, even. You were empty. Until you took a closer look at yourself. What was it that you were missing? How was it that you continued to end up in the same cycle of pouring your half filled self into others.
Hint: You failed to acknowledge that caring for your own story was key. Your pain, and your own suffering; your denial and your rejection of self. What you didn’t know, and were never truly taught, was that you owe yourself constant attention and love. That is the key. You owe your soul and your peace of mind constant attention at a minimum. Every single day. So you got to it. Every single day.
What came next, was the most beautiful yet draining journey back to self. What came next, was your blossoming spirit. What came next was a warm heart, and a genuine smile of satisfaction when you looked at yourself in the mirror. Love, is what came next.
Love,
Nia