Stop. You are not unlovable. Your brain is lying to you.
You don’t have to be the best at anything to be worthy of love. Throw that idea away.
You did not “deserve” the bad things that have come your way, and you certainly are not too broken to be loved or repaired. There was no crime you committed, no sin so deep, nothing so horribly wretched that made you deserving of the things that have haunted you.
Sometimes life just…is.
You are not some prototype waiting to be a perfect human being one day; you are wonderfully…
