“You honestly need to be alone for a while, love,” he said. Morgan pushed off his chest, sitting up and looking at him with dismay. “What does that even mean?” she asked, frowning. “The fact that you don’t know what it means speaks volumes,” he stated.
I’ve been alone for years and I know exactly what he’s talking about. Interestingly enough I’ve met a lot of grown girls in adult bodies who’ve built themselves and identity through men… they believe men can fix/heal/etc. them. I have learned… when I began showing myself the most love, care, and patience (and studying Gods word), those type of men begin showing up in my life and affirming that love in ways that solidify the wholeness of who I already am.
It makes it so much easier to leave situations unhurt, unbothered, and less attached.
But again, I’ve learned that… through the fire and the pain of loss, heartbreak, disloyalty, lies, etc. I went through it alone. I did and am still doing the work mentally, physically, emotionally, and especially religiously and spiritually.
Honestly, I remember there was a time I was loving myself so good and spending so much time with Gods word, I attracted this community of men, they were so good to me… I left because I felt I was selfish (I was receiving too much love). It was an overflow of love and I was sooo scared of it. After I found that though I knew self-love is the only way to truly heal.
