I remember turning 29 and thinking that I was just going to have to accept that I may never be “happy” or satisfied in relationship this lifetime.
And as much as that was hard to swallow, I knew somewhere within the depths of my very Being that something else was possible, I just didn’t know what that looked like yet.
From the age of 17 I had been one and off with multiple partners (running back to my exes whenever I could). I made whoever I was dating the source of my life and gave myself (and my dreams) up for them, totally lost myself in the process, spent 98% of my time in my head thinking about whether my relationships were right or wrong for me, and had no clue where to begin when it came to “loving” myself.
I had heard a lot of “experts” and coaches say that you had to love yourself in order to love others, yet each time I did a class or course on self-love I seemed to get more and more confused as to what that even looked like.