Sometimes we hold on for the wrong reasons.
A false sense of safety that hurts so bad.
A false sense of identity that is deeply wounded.
When you let go shit gets real but it also has a chance to become the most beautiful luv story ever created.
We cant force someone to see, value and honor us if we don’t see, value and honor ourselves.
And that begins with hard choices that were long over due.
In the mirror.
With you and your maker.
Doing the inner and outer work to fall in luv with yourself all over again..
every day, over and over again.
All my luv,