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My loneliness was something like: I’m not with myself, so how did other people even have the chance to be with me? https://t.co/TGH4vq4OlH
They didn’t. They only had an opportunity to interact with the personality I put up to manage my interactions with the world, and it meant no matter how kind they were, I wouldn’t experience them that way.
I was still trying to manage, manage, manage everything. I was on solo mode. https://t.co/AhN8VSx4vt
Someone being kind to me when I was down was only another thing to manage and keep track of. Now I can experience it as love. Love that feels right, deserved. https://t.co/MNW0ElY4DI
Here’s a good description: > Because sadness didn't feel safe to display. Or if it did, it still felt like it was labour for the other person. https://t.co/hfRlugu5ID
There’s something about allowing myself to count on people and feeling their availability that’s fed into feeling the rightness of being loved. https://t.co/ygoMmNYm6d
For anyone resonating, the thing I’d recommend is bringing together 1. feeling into the rightness of loved 2. allowing yourself to accept gifts and help from the universe as joyous, and only right https://t.co/da0uxRSc6g
When both those combine, there comes a truly non-naĂŻve ability to receive things, and to receive them with the heart. https://t.co/8YHD7lf7wP
The people I end up feeling the most loved by are people who somehow managed to sit with me in emptiness till I felt loved by them, for a part of me that wasn’t trying to impress them. https://t.co/0v8idBGskn