Most of my life has been spent trying to shrink myself. Trying to become smaller. Quieter. Less sensitive. Less opinionated. Less needy. Less me. Because I didn’t want to be a burden. I didn’t want to be too much or push people away. I wanted people to like me. I wanted to be cared for and valued. I wanted to be wanted. So for years, I sacrificed myself for the sake of making other people happy. And for years, I suffered. But I’m tired of suffering, and I’m done shrinking. It’s not my job to change who I am in order to become someone else’s idea of a worthwhile human being. I am worthwhile. Not because other people think I am, but because I exist, and therefore I matter. — Daniell Koepke
all humans are needy of love its so sad we are encouraged to suppress our needs and nitty gritty stuff that makes us human and also unique !
The day I realized my life was the most important thing was the day I stopped living for other’s happiness and life and started living for mine.
Or the way it was put to me: “Why does your existence make you matter? Well, why doesn’t it?”
I can really identify with this
like. IT’s really inspiring. thank you.