liking my life vs. loving myself

It took me a long time to say this but I can finally say: I love the woman I am. And more importantly, I accept her.

Some of you reading this will doubt my words. I don’t blame you. In the last year you’ve heard me complain about my life. You’ve watched me drink far too much. You’ve read about my suicide ideation.

Why would someone who loves who they are do any of those things?

Loving the woman I am is not the same as being happy. Or loving my life. Loving and accepting myself means that I am see who I am, I am proud of…