Today, our Uber driver offered me candy and it almost brought tears to my eyes. I’m always touched by the kindness of strangers, but candy? Really? It got me thinking…maybe it’s because I don’t get the kindness I need at ‘home’ that I turn to mush at the slightest hint of it outside.
I mean, I KNOW I am loved, but…I struggle with being seen and understood…most times, like now, people expect me to get it together when what I really need is lots of hugs and a chance to catch my breath.
I can’t teach others how to love me, but I can love myself the way I need…because I should know me best, right? I learnt recently that my personality type is hard on myself and others…and that’s where I want to start. By being kind to myself…when I figure out how lol!
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