The first time I felt damaged.
The first time I felt hurt beyond repair.
The first time I felt like I failed my children.
The first time I felt rejected. Unloved.
Friends, as I continue getting closer and closer to finishing my first manuscript of The Anatomy of Single Motherhood, I’m continually reminded of how many of our brothers and sisters can relate to the feelings I expressed above, striving to find worth in sex, money, possessions, people, or social media, working so hard to create perfect little Instagram squares to show off a perfectly curated life.
You are worth more than your past, more than your present, and more than your future struggles. You are not a disappointment. Your value is not determined by the inability of those trying to appraise you.
You are loved.