Somewhere along the way, I stopped choosing myself
For a long time, I thought I was just a selfless person.
I checked on everyone else.
Made space for everyone else’s feelings.
Remembered what everyone else needed.
And I rarely stopped to ask myself what I needed.
At first, it felt like kindness.
But eventually I realized that constantly putting myself last wasn’t always selflessness.
Sometimes it was a belief I didn’t even know I was carrying:
That everyone else’s needs mattered more than mine.
Healing has been teaching me that caring for others and caring for myself can exist at the same time.
My needs matter too 🤍






































































































