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“HOW ARE YOU?” How many times we are asked this question? Innumerable, uncountable, may be the maximum number of times. It’s so common to ask this question. Sometimes we don’t even feel that it’s a question.  “I’m good”, “I’m doing good”, “I’m OK”, “I’m fine” etc. Our answers are so simple, so quick in general […]

It was hard for me to accept the fact that he would never love me. I wanted him. I loved him so much. Why couldn’t he see my love for him and love me back?   It’s been one year since I’ve talked to him. My heart still beats a little faster when I think

Instead of loving myself, I was pouring all my time and energy into someone else. My family and friends knew what was happening, and they told me I needed to accept that he didn’t love me back, but I didn’t listen to them. I was on a high, addicted to the dopamine rush of seeing

Every little thing became focused on other people—how I behaved, how I dressed, how I worked. I would mindread, try to control how people perceived me, and stretch beyond my limits to show up for people who probably never even cared about me.   That is exactly what happened with the boy I loved. My

Embarrassment doesn’t even cover the emotions I feel now. There is also a lot of guilt and pain.   When I was kid, I learned by watching my parents to sacrifice myself and show up for others before myself.   Gradually, my sense of self become entwined with others. I only felt worthy when I

“If you don’t love yourself, you’ll always be looking for someone else to fill the void inside you, but no one will ever be able to do it.” ~Lori Deschene   I was a simple girl who met a complicated boy and fell in love. It was unrequited. I loved him with all my heart