There was a time when love felt like something I had to earn—
something I had to prove myself worthy of.
But over time, I learned that love isn’t about being perfect or always strong.
It’s about being seen—fully seen—and still being chosen.
Healing taught me how to soften the walls I built for protection.
It taught me that receiving love doesn’t mean losing independence.
It means allowing myself to be cared for, without guilt or fear.
When we begin to receive love freely, we stop chasing it.
We start recognizing that we’ve always been deserving of it.
Sometimes, the greatest act of courage is simply letting someone in.
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo 