It ‘s just like death to make you remember what needs to be remembered….
There was a light hidden deep within me that Louise Hay dragged out of me.
There was a time when the concept of self love was as foreign to me as speaking Latin. There was a time when I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was wrong, bad, stupid, worthless, unlovable and you can add any other shadow feeling to that list and I promise it was inside me.
I had proof. High proof. It was incontrovertible in fact. I could argue and explain why I knew this to be true until there was no time left in the universe.
And then I bought her book. I don’ t know why. It jumped out in front of me. You can heal your life…it said. I didn ‘t believe her, but still there was this voice down deep inside me…softer than the rest, which urged me forward.
I got home and started reading. My darkest thoughts and feelings were there on the pages. I felt seen. Heard. Listened to. Acknowledged. And it was just a book. A tiny blue book.
And then she asked me to write down the top five things I felt I should do. I did it. She said to change that should to “Could”. I did that. And some piece of ice inside me melted…just a little.
She told me to get a mirror and look at my eyes and tell myself I loved myself and was perfect the way I am.
I got the mirror.
I couldn’ t do it.
I was so ashamed. I realized it was the root of my