A love letter to myself
Is there a way to make up for the moments when you neglected yourself? I am not proud of constantly saying “no” to myself. I am at the stage in my life where I am not sure if I can love myself. What is this supposed to mean to me? Should I accept myself as I am, even if I’m not good to myself? I used to respect myself for shortening the time I stayed in places I shouldn’t be. I wasted energy thinking I had control over things I didn’t. I can’t write myself a love letter. A love letter hasn’t been written to me. I’m happiest in the places I can imagine. When was the last time I dreamed? I refuse to accept the idea that I must cut off love when it is not reciprocated. Right now, I need to hear that I am understood – even if I don’t tell myself this. What follows after expressing your own worth? I don’t compare myself to anything. Is it because I think I can’t be anything? Or because I know everything is here? I realized I can trust myself the moment I sat down to write. Did I learn my flaws first or how to appreciate? Over time. I don’t think it’s a risk to share details about myself with someone else. Sometimes I forget that I am a window that opens in both directions. I don’t think there’s a place where you will be understood just by talking. I think there’s a place where you will talk more as you are understood. Is life a constant state of approaching the best version of yourself? Does confidence grow with experience? This is also a part of my life and I don’t want to rush through it. I shouldn’t. I run away from places where I look for positive answers. I know I can’t change everything I’m aware of. If I listen, I can hear my own breathing. I don’t want to draw a line. I am afraid of things that don’t bend. I don’t continue to apologize for not hiding my identity. How do I understand when a thank you is sincere? I go backward in places where I expect feedback. I don’t allow myself to feel myself. I don’t believe there are different ways of loving. Can I decide who I want to be this time next year? I can’t place responsibility on anyone but myself.