We have this fantasy that someone is going to come save us from our heartache and hurts.
We want someone else to save us because we’re desperate from someone to prove to us that we’re worth it. That if they fix us, if they heal us, if they make us feel loved, it’s proof that we’re worthy.
Except it doesn’t work that way.
No one else can heal our self worth issues.
No amount of friends, love, sex, alcohol, popularity, control or submission, or anything external will fix us.
We’ve gotta face our shit.