I was talking with a friend about stories we tell ourselves. Her sister tells stories of not being loved despite having a loving family who has done what they can to be supportive.
The funny thing about the need to tell these stories is that we can find them everywhere. We can sit in the midst of love, basking in it, and claim desolation.
A wise woman once asked me what stories I was telling myself that no longer served me. It's been one of the best things I've done for myself to let them go.
Colbie Caillet - Brighter Than the Sun
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