LOH287 || There are things that need to be left behind, to keep moving forward...

This is my emotional process of accepting out of respect for what was not part of me and love for the present that I am.

There is a way of loving that exhausts and that no one teaches you to identify because sometimes it can be confusing, it feels like dedication, generosity, like you are doing the right thing.

And that's when you start to take on the welfare of the other as if it were your responsibility, measuring every word so that he doesn't get upset, stopping doing what you need to do to avoid an upset, feeling that if he is wrong, you failed at something.

Well, that's not love, that's a burden that never belonged to me to carry and that is costing me my own emotional life, and that many people misunderstand, the fact of helping me identify when I stopped and let go to start rescuing myself.

Nothing clearer than this, I stopped clinging to what is no longer, when my value as a human being ends up anchored to the well-being of the other, one learns how to build "today" from a place where I can love with everything and still remain myself.

In this sense...

I have always had some controversies with absolutist philosophies, those that present proposals as definitive.

Human relationships for me are not black and white, what works for some, doesn't work for others,...

For me relationships, of any link are a rainbow of possibilities, it is very complex but it always requires a minimum that two people agree on the same thing.And that's why agreements as a couple are so important, everyone builds their own from their own reality and that changes the decisions that come.

Holding ourselves changes everything.

Healthy bonds are not negotiated by blood or for any other reason. I always think that well-being comes first. About 4 years ago I was in depression, due to thyroid and circumstances, my beloved husband did everything on his part to help me and make me happy, his accompaniment was magical, timely and key to get out of the hole where I was.

Definitely, after a certain age, we are no longer a product of our environment, nor of how we were raised, that explains but does not absolve. To realize that we are no longer victims of the past but authors of the now, with respect for what we were and love for who we are. * We are our personal choice*.

Big hug for everyone. Nice day.

Janitze.🐝