I used to think that love meant sacrifice.

So I sacrificed…

My friends.

My passions.

Pieces of myself — just to keep someone close.

But slowly, I realized…

I wasn’t in love.

I was in survival.

Because when you believe you’re not lovable as you are,

you trade your identity for crumbs of affection.

You shrink yourself to fit someone else’s version of “enough.”

But healthy love doesn’t require self-abandonment.

It honors your wholeness.

It celebrates your passions.

And it never asks you to leave yourself behind just to stay connected.

📘