30/1/25
I remember a few years ago when the concept of 'self-love' seemed impossible. 'How can I ever love myself, when I am me?' I would wonder. I used to read posts about people who hate themselves, and I would feed myself songs on self-hate and depression. Trying to find kinship amid depression, if you will.
Occasionally would find posts about how self-love is important. If you want to be happy, you need to be 1st happy with yourself, and all that stuff. "how can I ever be happy with myself, when I hate myself the most?" I would think to myself.
I felt I would never get out of this self-hate loop. I will never be able to love myself, I will never be happy.
Fast-forward to recent times, I can say bit by bit I have learned to give myself a little love. It wasn't easy, It's not easy right now either. Sometimes I still go back to my old habits. But I still try. Like rebuilding a sandcastle after being washed away by the waves.