How Choosing Myself Led Me to My Husband
Throughout my younger years, I always felt misunderstood and unseen.
I was introverted, emotional, and sensitive. I felt and thought a lot — and for the most part, still do. I yearned for deep connections but found it very hard to find someone I click with. Sometimes I even believed I was an unloveable lone wolf.
My sister thought I wouldn’t get married till I was in my 30s. I thought so too. I didn’t have any evidence to believe otherwise. Throughout my early twenties, I had zero serious relationships. I didn’t even have a dating situation that lasted more than a few months. As I was quick to notice something was amiss, I either broke it off immediately or became too unbearable for them to stick around.
Dating was very painful for me. I was full of traumas and conflicts and didn’t know how to meet my own needs and wants, so I chose all the wrong people. They hurt me with their words and actions and left me scars that took forever to heal.
They told me I was too much — too young, too emotional, too sensitive, too intense, and on and on. For a long time, I believed them and tried desperately to change myself, but it never worked. I kept going in circles, and I was really scared.
That was when I came to therapy for help.
Throughout this challenging time, the one thing that gave me strength and comfort was writing.
Even when I didn’t know who to be and felt worthless, I just knew my writing had worth.
When I wrote, I wasn’t alone, or more precisely, I was no longer scared of being alone.
I knew my writing had power.
My writing always led me back to me. That was how I knew I was the answer.
Embracing me was how I could change my reality.
What it meant for my dating life was that I stopped pretending to be a cool girl valuing superficial things, but I started to be the woman I was: real.
I doubled down on my core values. I honored my needs and wants and acknowledge my feelings and thoughts.