One thing above all other things holds us back from accepting the love we deserve: Doubt. We doubt ourselves, we doubt those willing to give their love to us, we doubt the universe, we doubt circumstances, worth, timing, and every other possible thing we can aim our disbelief at. This doubt draws lines, borders that while imaginary, still hold a great deal of power. We approach these invisible walls and we convince ourselves we can go no further, we scream across them and hope someone will hear, someone will be willing to stay close despite it all.
Thank you for this. I have been married over 12 years, and I still doubt my worthiness of that love every day. That doubt gets in the way of really feeling it. This is a beautiful reminder.
Before you my love, I thought I was only meant to love others. To give everything of myself and the love I received in return was not necessary. Then you came in and burned down all of the walls I had built, you showed me that I was meant to be loved the way I love others. Fully and without reason. Thank you for showing me, thank you for making me feel so alive, I will never stop accepting that beautiful love and knowing that I am worthy of it.
I really needed to hear this today. The past couple years I've done nothing but work on mending all the broken parts of me and it seems there's a lot more than I even realized. I've learned that there's a difference between making it through something and actually being okay after that trial. It makes me feel too intricate, too layered, too fluid to grasp onto, like water slipping through fingers. This post was a beautiful reminder – thank you.
Thank you for this. I have been married over 12 years, and I still doubt my worthiness of that love every day. That doubt gets in the way of really feeling it. This is a beautiful reminder.
Before you my love, I thought I was only meant to love others. To give everything of myself and the love I received in return was not necessary. Then you came in and burned down all of the walls I had built, you showed me that I was meant to be loved the way I love others. Fully and without reason. Thank you for showing me, thank you for making me feel so alive, I will never stop accepting that beautiful love and knowing that I am worthy of it.
I really needed to hear this today. The past couple years I've done nothing but work on mending all the broken parts of me and it seems there's a lot more than I even realized. I've learned that there's a difference between making it through something and actually being okay after that trial. It makes me feel too intricate, too layered, too fluid to grasp onto, like water slipping through fingers. This post was a beautiful reminder – thank you.