We all fuck things up. Life is really hard and complicated. It wasn’t a character test. That’s a narrative that you are telling yourself. It was a thing that h

We all fuck things up. Life is really hard and complicated. It wasn’t a character test. That’s a narrative that you are telling yourself. It was a thing that happened. In the past. Same thing with “it shouldn’t take 3 years to get over this”. Says who? It takes what it takes. Our life is a garden, we can only tend it as best we can. The plants grow how they grow. Let yourself grieve as you let go of old narratives and rediscover yourself and your life in each moment. For me, narratives like this were an attempt at being a “good person” who “deserved to be loved”. I’ve slowly and painfully learned that isn’t how it works. We are all worthy of love. Love isn’t earned, it is a gift that we give and receive. I’m learning how to receive it, most importantly from myself. It’s the hardest and most beautiful thing. I offer these words in the hope that they are helpful and to share things I’ve learned. Take them if they are, forget them if they are not. Sending love and wishing you the best. I’ve been there. It’s hard. But time will pass, things will change, and it gets better.