I have had a very difficult time with self-love in my lifetime. It doesn’t matter how it started; it caused me untold heartache and was either at the root of my depression or its most unwavering symptom. Yes, I know, my neurochemistry.
But still, in my recovery, even when the neurochemistry had been successfully treated for several years – and even to this day, truth be told – self-love requires ongoing conscious effort. And no wonder I felt “unlovable,” those are the words that accompanied my dark moods, I didn’t love myself and so I didn’t expect anyone else would either.
It is so easy to slip into the “unworthy” mode, and to take the fact that not everybody on the planet likes or loves me as evidence of my being unloveable.
Poppycock! Here’s an exercise I…
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