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.

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