The realization of how important self-love is happens in iterations for me. In therapy, I went through several months of processing old traumas, processing my infidelity, processing my shame, and as a result there was a cognitive sense of self-love. But I don’t think I really got it, internally, if that makes sense. For as long as I was a small child, I did not love myself. I believed that I had done something wrong (which is perhaps my repressed trauma), and therefore was not lovable. And therefore I could not fathom appreciating myself. My ex loved me. My ex showed appreciation, although there were some patterns that distanced us and made it hard, I think, for both of us to accept that love. How do I accept that love now? This connects directly to cheating because if I can’t love myself, I will never be able to receive love from someone else. If I am in a committed relationship, there will always be a limitation to how far that love can be received. So I must practice this self-love, self-compassion daily.
I’m dating someone now. Someone important. She has mentioned several times that she appreciates me for who I am. She has looked me in the eyes and said, “I think you are an amazing, handsome, talented man. Do you know that?” And I sit there and think, DO I know that? Do I really know that? I think I have invested a lot into healing and recovery, so I see my inherent value. As it is said, “I do the hard work,” and haven’t let up on this, not one bit. When I look beyond my poor choices, I see a good, healthy man. But I’ll be honest. When I think about what I did, and when I think about what this woman feels about me, I feel terrible. (As a side note: I believe I have the knowledge, experience, and tools to never repeat what I did before. And, I told her about my infidelity and the destruction I caused on our second date. It's part of my story. And I have to practice radical truth as much as possible in my life.) When she says those sweet things, which I do believe she means, making this a very real situation, I hesitate for a moment to accept/receive them. And, thus, the notion of self-love comes up. I must accept this love/appreciation being given to me. I didn’t do so with my ex. I didn’t actually appreciate myself nor receive her love. If anything, I was on a precipitous slope toward self-destruction. I WANTED to blow everything up. And part of that relates to dysfunction that I enabled in that past relationship. And all of this relates to childhood trauma.
I guess I’m writing this because I’m struggling to love myself at times. Maybe some of this is a lack of forgiveness and guilt for what I did to my ex. But when I really think about it, as I write this, I start to process it. If I take a step back and perceive from the outside what’s happening here, I know there is every reason to choose self-acceptance, self-love, self-compassion.
So this morning I wrote this small piece in my journal to remind myself: “You can love yourself. It’s ok. You are allowed that now. You are forgiven. It’s time to move on. Love yourself, so that you can be loved. Love yourself, so that you can love someone else. Love yourself, so that you can love [her/someone else]. Love yourself, the way you’ve chosen to love your inner child.”
It’s Saturday morning, a little over a year and a half since dday, and I still struggle with this at times. I have to focus for a little bit, let that regret/guilt wash away, and then acknowledge the truth. I think I'm worthy, and maybe that's ok. Maybe I'm just struggling with guilt that I am moving on and I am finding comfort in relationship with someone else, but most importantly, with myself.