14/08/2025
I’ve heard the phrase “You’re the only person who stays with you throughout your whole life” more times than I can count. But for a long while, it didn’t inspire me — it just made me anxious and sad. Because I didn’t like myself.
I was so low that the only thing I wanted to do after work was go straight home and lie in bed. I had no motivation to take care of myself. Spending an hour and a half in the kitchen just to eat a meal alone felt pointless. I didn’t want to go to the beach, wander in the forest, or book a holiday by myself — because what was the point if there was no one to share it with?
Even when I found a film I really wanted to watch, I’d save it for “one day” — for when I had someone special to watch it with. And while I waited for the perfect moment and the perfect company, years slipped by, and I’d done nothing.
Then that old sentence came back to me. And it clicked. I could spend the rest of my life waiting for others to give me what I needed. Or I could start giving it to myself.
For me, self-love is a strange mix of tenderness and self-discipline. Do I still want to flop into bed the moment I get home? Most of the time, yes. But I’ve also learned that “laziness” isn’t always a moral failing — sometimes it’s just biology doing its job, conserving energy.
That’s when I stopped chasing motivation and started working with my resistance.
Am I Wonder Woman? No. Have I run a marathon? Also no. But I’ve earned my master’s in psychology. I’ve travelled solo. I’ve gone self-employed and started doing what I love, and I get paid for it. I practice Yoga. I'm eating better. I’ve swapped chasing approval for finding peace. I’ve found joy in looking after myself. And now, even when I make my own lunches, I always slip in a little note — from me, to me.
Enjoy your lunch guys 🩷