And just like that, I’m an empty vessel.
I think everything has made me realized one thing, a deep desire to become someone better.
I would always focus on how I would feel. What about me. That I need to be cared for. To be loved. To be filled. Because that’s what I deserve.
But it is toxic. And has led me to becoming to someone not able to satisfy love and accept love fully.
Now, I am from someone who keeps asking, “what about me” to someone with a new question, “how do I add value to this.”
From this place, I have the choice of what to take in. It’s going to be a big and not an easy hole to fill.
But it is doable. I just got to take it one day at a time. And be patient.