For the longest time, I struggled with self-care. It was a weird cycle—I took care of the people in my life and I hoped (and half-expected) them to take care of me in return. As you can expect, this kind of relationship scenario allowed guilt, resentment, and frustration become big players. Not fun.
It took time, but I was finally able to see the dysfunction going on. Once I did, I started to set healthier boundaries, learned to do things for myself, and forced myself to say no to things I didn’t want to do. Did I feel guilty? Yes. Did I feel alone? Yes. Did it rattle me to my very core? Yes. But I stuck to my guns and did it anyway.
And so I did. It wasn’t easy—especially since changing myself also meant that the people around me had to adjust, too. It was worth it though. I had to start living for myself and stop being the girl who was always seeking reassurance from other people. I began to rebuild my foundation, practiced trusting myself, and began making decisions based on what I really wanted. In a nutshell, I grew up—and it was awesome. ♥