Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.

It really is ok to do things on your own…but there are some matters where you do need help.

This phase was hard to let go of because I was certain it sustained me, but it really only kept me in the dark. My heart was hardened, in a different sense. I can do it myself, I’m the only dependable person I know.

When someone steps in, with the same genuine love you have…those shackles will fall. And so for a while, I operated like this. It is poisonous, no matter what any one person will tell you. Help is more than ok.

I’m glad that phase is over. I’m not busy spending time trying to save everyone, and letting myself drown.

A lot of people who came to me were are already drowning…and some were capable of saving themselves…

But here I am. The hero. Eventually, it wore me thin. Obviously, I needed to work on not running to the rescue. It meant cutting people off, saying “no”, and not monologuing. The more I did this, the freer I felt.

Then one day, I had no choice but to accept help from my s/o. He didn’t hold it over my head, and I was in awe. I told him I wasn’t used to it, and he didn’t even bat a lid. I wouldn’t say I was being rescued. It’s better to describe it as both of us being in our rightful energy.

It doesn’t make me a damsel, but I love that he loves me. So I am no longer so independent that it’s foolhardy and does more harm than good.

Took me long enough.