Every once in a while there comes a time in my life when I feel devastated at a lost friendship. Once I realize my expectations and the ones they had are wildly different, I lose it.
I’m so sick and tired of being the second choice of everyone. It’s time I learned to be the first choice. My first choice should be me.
Most of my misery as I began to introspect it, framing others’ actions as a reaction to mine. And such reasoning is pretty selfish and self-centred. As a highly sensitive person, I tend to always read a bit too much into the emotions of people in general, whether relevant to me or not. Thus the self-centered framing. Although easier said than done, I am working on acknowledging something without necessarily reacting to it or reasoning with it.
Self-love is a concept I have read in books and seen in movies. But although I momentarily feel that I understood how to love myself, I fall short constantly. Turns out, while I’m trying to copy answers from others, not everyone gets the same question paper. Finding your way is challenging as hell. Especially when you don’t like yourself.
How does one start loving oneself?
