After year, upon year, upon year of hating myself… falling to pieces each and every moment, physically not being able to look myself in the mirror, having sex to disguise my pain and crying myself to sleep every night. I finally have had this moment of realisation. I think I’m starting to love myself.
Deep down, I’ve always truly known. But I am a good person. I have the biggest heart. Despite all my pain, I still continue to trust everyone. I care so much about everyone I come across. I would put myself in pain over putting someone else in pain. I’ve always said to myself, you are so weird for caring so much. But I think I finally accept it and applaud myself for it. Not many people have these qualities. It’s rare. It’s exciting. Hopefully one day someone will love that about me and want that in me and not want to change me.
I have had to experience so much pain, but it has never stopped me from thinking with my heart and loving people unconditionally.
Not everything about having a big heart is rainbows and lollipops. Having a big heart, will always make you feel like you did too much or didn’t do enough.
I think I get this from my dad…he is the one who gave me my morals and my values. When I look him in his eyes, I feel our souls match. I feel like our hearts are quite similar. We knew each other in a different life. And frankly, I would kill for him. I am so lucky to have a father with the heart he does..
He often said to me as a kid, you’re the only person I’d do this for. But I know that’s a lie… because if he ever sees someone in pain he goes out of his way to help them or fix them.
So finally instead of resenting my big heart, my extreme need to help people… I finally embrace the fact that my qualities are rare and lovable.
It gets heavy at times, but I’d much rather be a good person than a shit one.
Chloe.