Your insight—that what we often want is not love itself, but an image of love, and that self-hatred quietly interferes with our capacity to receive it—feels difficult to deny.
That said, for those whose self-hatred has accumulated beyond what they can carry alone, even the invitation to “forgive oneself” can feel overwhelming, or like another demand placed upon them.
When someone around us seems to be longing for the image of love rather than love itself, I hope we can respond not by correcting them, but by recognizing them as they are—and by offering a steady hand that helps them rise.
I believe this piece holds real value as a starting point for that kind of understanding and connection.
I resonate deeply with your writing.
Your insight—that what we often want is not love itself, but an image of love, and that self-hatred quietly interferes with our capacity to receive it—feels difficult to deny.
That said, for those whose self-hatred has accumulated beyond what they can carry alone, even the invitation to “forgive oneself” can feel overwhelming, or like another demand placed upon them.
When someone around us seems to be longing for the image of love rather than love itself, I hope we can respond not by correcting them, but by recognizing them as they are—and by offering a steady hand that helps them rise.
I believe this piece holds real value as a starting point for that kind of understanding and connection.
This is so lovely, yes we adorable wherever we are on consciousness xoxo
Thank you. I needed this 🙏
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