I yearned for soft, gentle, kind words of validation. I was waiting for someone to come along and validate my feelings, confusion, hardships, and perseverance.
I learned to think that I am worthless unless someone else finds me worthy of love. Single at the age of 26, I felt ashamed. I was waiting for someone to rescue me, claim me as his own, and remove my self-doubts.
These are the thoughts of an anxiously attached woman - the victim identity that I’ve outgrown.
Single at age 33, I feel content and joyful. I live each day working towards greater alignment with my highest self, continuously sharpening my mind and softening my heart. So grateful for the gift of life. 🙏🏼♥️ - 6 hours ago