Here’s the thing. At some point, you gotta realize that you are the love of your life. That you are your oldest friend. If you can accept the bleak reality that there is no one coming to save you, and then you survive that? The person who saved you was you. The person who risked everything to save you was you. And you gotta start giving yourself credit for everything you’ve done when showing up for yourself was the hardest thing to do. Because you still did it. And you’ve gotta learn to view past-you with compassion.















