Being My Own Home

There was a time when I thought love came from outside – from people’s praise, closeness in relationships, and the glow of accomplishments.

I thought being “worthy” meant being good in the eyes of others.The love that I was getting was still incomplete somewhere. There was loneliness inside me and I was troubled with myself. But slowly I realized that the peace I was looking for was not somewhere else, but within me.

That’s when I started looking within myself.

This journey was not easy. Self-love is not a filmy dream. Sometimes it is the decision to rest when you are tired, leaving the worries of work aside. Sometimes it is the courage to say “no”even if the other person gets angry. And sometimes, it is looking into your own tearful eyes and saying – “I am with you, always.”

Loving myself meant slowly melting away the harshness I had built up over the years. Forgiving myself for decisions I made out of fear or ignorance. And becoming a friend to myself in every difficult moment.

This blog is a glimpse of that journey of mine. An attempt to understand myself, to accept myself, and to find the words in my own voice that I once needed to hear.

If you are also on this journey – on the path of connecting with yourself – then just know this: you are not alone. Be a little patient, give a little love – and every day, come back to yourself again… with love.