Hey,...? It's Not Your Fault.

I used to think that I was responsible for everything wrong that would happen to me, and I used to think that I would have to make up for all of those wrongs with perfectionism- do everything right that I could possibly do right.  And anytime any minor thing would happen to me, I would blame me, and I would get blamed.  I became a people-pleaser, and I never stood up for myself.  I became so depressed and so traumatized.  I became the definition of anxiety.

Soon I began to smile more, I began to do more for me, and I began to heal.  I began to focus on the things I could control.  I took responsibility for the mistakes that were more, but I refused to take blame for the ones that weren’t birth-marked with my signature and fingerprinted with my flesh and blood.  I soon began to find peace, and validation and approval was no longer necessary from anyone else but myself and God.  The love I get and give will forever be from God.  All other “love” isn’t love and will not be received.