Hey there, Before I say anything else, a little credit where it’s due — this one began with a conversation. One of those where a friend says something that lingers. This post wouldn’t exist without her — her words, her honesty, her ability to hold up a mirror without making it hurt. So, a friend once told me I was being selfish. And not in a dramatic, scream-across-the-room kind of way. She just said it quietly, calmly, like she’d thought about it for a while and had finally made peace with it. “You lied,” she said. “Because you didn’t want to lose me.” And yeah, I did. Not a huge, universe-shaking lie. Just the kind you tell when the truth feels too risky. The kind where you convince yourself you’re doing the right thing, when in reality, you’re just protecting your own heart. And that got me thinking — what if all love is selfish? I mean, seriously. Why do we fall in love with someone? Because they make us happy. They get our weird jokes. They look at us like we matter. They make exi...
Hey there, Think about when you really care about something, like a little plant someone gave you. It’s a small thing, but it feels important. You want it to grow, to be healthy. You want to do everything right for it. So, you give it water. Every day, maybe even twice. You want to make sure it has enough. You want it to know you’re looking after it. You want to see it happy and green. But then, you start to notice something. The leaves aren’t reaching up anymore. They’re kind of hanging down, and the color isn’t as bright. You keep watering, thinking it must be thirsty. You’re trying so hard. And then, someone gently tells you that sometimes, too much water can actually hurt. That the roots can’t breathe. That even though you mean well, you might be giving too much. It makes you think about when you love someone. Really love them. You want to give them everything you have. Your time, your thoughts, your heart. You want them to feel safe and loved. You want to be there for them, a...