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Updated 6 years ago,July 8, 2019
How many times have I done it?
Take on the suffering of someone else, thinking that I can somehow fix them?
I label myself a really goodlover.
Daria Shevtsova
I love to travel.
I love artisanal coffee.
I submerge myself in writing, reflecting on the world around me and my experiences.
This somehow brings me a sense of tranquility.
As if somehow, Im one step closer to figuring out some indescribably large puzzle.
I love meeting new people.
Only now do I realize that I fix people so that they learn to need me.
I believe in the capacity of love and the enormity of its healing powers.
I am not enough.
I am not needed.It is this that is the hardest point to acknowledge.
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Hard to think, say, or write.
No one has needed me,enough.
I go around waving metaphorical positivity pom poms.
Believe in your strength!
All you’re gonna wanna know is that you are worthy!
In reality, I forget to say these things to myself.
I accept less than I deserve.How do I do it?
I keep living the same narrative because I have not yet chosen, to break free.
I have not chosen to live in whatever decisions build self love.
I remind myself that I am deserving of love.
I have given but I need to give more, except this time to myself.
I am a really goodlover.
I am good at loving.
This time, Im gonna choose to love myself, first.
