Hard for me to trust the flow . . . any flow.
Way back . . . I made admissions, accepted some lies about myself. These were mistaken identities:
- Somehow I am less than.
- Somehow I am not good enough or worthy enough to be loved in the way that I need to be loved.
- Somehow I need to struggle for everything that I will receive or get in this life.
I’m sick from holding onto these admissions. I’m stuck.
