For years now, amplified by my illness, I have been battling loving the person I am outside of being an unwavering people pleaser.
My illness has forced me to make tough decisions, many in the name of self care (or survival, really) which I have resented at times. This is because it didn’t fit in line with the idea I had in my head of who I was.
It has been a gritty and uncomfortable journey for me, as I’ve been pushed to make decisions that left me no choice if I were to love and appreciate myself at all.
The biggest growth for me has been coming to realise that my heart is beautiful in spite of how people treat me or what I am able or not able to do for them. I’m growing, slowly but surely, to love myself for who I am, which hasn’t changed but rather just looks a little different than I had envisaged.
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