I remember yearning for a love that didn't exist . . . at least not in this worldly realm called earth. If someone did or didn't do something for me that made me feel safe and secure - I saw it as a sign that the person didn't love me. In actuality, it was me not loving myself enough and not being able to find the security that can only be obtained within oneself. I punished others for not being able to help me find the love I was so feverishly craving - from myself.
Unbeknownst to me, there was never going to be any one person who would be able to love me enough or make me feel secure enough until I was ready and cognizant enough to love myself. True story.
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