What Self-Love Did For Me
Some time around 2013 I wrote my very first blog. As I told you before in my latest post, this was an outlet for me to be an encouragement. Over time, however, it turned into a personally therapeutic pastime. I found myself filling my drafts folder with things I wanted to say, but never had the guts to share. I would write about experiences that hurt me, taught me, broke me, and molded me. I never could quite press the publish button. At one point I deactivated my whole blog site to where I was the only person who could view it. It seemed that I needed my own advice the most at times. Long story short, I became very frustrated with myself that every time my fingers started to type what my heart felt it was the furthest thing from pretty and encouraging. It didn't feel like much of an encouragement for others. So I deleted all of the drafts and put the blog to rest. All of these confusing feelings I had about writing and publishing my life were because I got in my own way by letti...