“For as long as I can remember I’ve hated myself.
Believed I’d never be loved.”
I sent out a flurry of Xmas cards this year.
I’ve moved back in with my folks; my mum had a stack of empty Hallmarks begging to be sent.
I wasn’t expecting anything back. The thought of friends near and far opening real, tangible expressions of love is more than enough for me.
Much to my surprise, I’ve been getting cards! I’ve placed them on my vanity in my room, and today, when I looked at them, I cried.
Giving is wonderful; getting is great.
True Love is reciprocal.
If I want to manifest the love I so long for, I have to let people in. Be honest; be vulnerable. I have to build trust, and, if intimacy allows, be bold enough to show my scars.
I never thought I’d make it this far. I’m sure a lot of you know how that feels.
I’m sure some of you reading this have tried to end it, or wanted to.
I want you to know that I love you.
I hope that today is the day you’ll start letting love in.
Believe me when I say love is everywhere.
Even when you don’t expect it.