I’d like to tell you a little story. Years ago my marriage fell apart. Like really fell apart. Like I thought there was NO-way-on-earth-I-could-go-on fell apart. My dreams were shattered. I was swallowed up by grief and humiliation, not knowing which way was up. Basically… I had the emotional shit kicked out of me.
And from there it got worse. 10 months after that I found myself breaking up with a guy that had faked cancer to cover up his drug problem, had siphoned thousands of dollars from me, and after I’d hacked into his email account I’d found out he was cheating on me with another addict while he was away at rehab. I was humiliated and ashamed at what I had put up with and tolerated, plus I had isolated myself from most of my friends and family. I was at my lowest and I started my life over blind.
And maybe you haven’t had the emotional shit kicked out of you. Or maybe you have. Either way, I’ll bet you’re a lot like I was and have no freakin’ clue what it means or looks like to start to be kind to yourself, to be confident, and to stand up for yourself.
Maybe currently you: