It sounds silly to say it out loud, I admit it. But the last few months have proven to me that while we objectively do not need permission to do some things, sometimes we need emotional permission.
I have needed permission to love myself these last months. Desperately. And I was afraid as hell to ask for it because of course I know that not only do I have permission to love myself, but I have an obligation to do so. So it seemed childish and immature to me to recognize that I had fallen into some very bad thought patterns that needed correcting.… Read the rest!