I am the only one who either loves me or doesn’t love me.


When I sense I am not loved, or not enough for someone or considered ridiculous or lazy or irresponsible or stupid or gross, whose perspective am I experiencing?

My own. 

  • People-pleasing is conditional self-love. I will only love myself if everyone else loves me.

  • Codependency is conditional self-love: I will only love myself if some arbitrary other person is okay.

  • “Task-oholism” is conditional self-love: I will only love myself if some arbitrary set of tasks has been completed.

  • Ambition is conditional self-love: I will only love myself if I attain some arbitrary height in life.

  • Vainness is conditional self-love: I will only love myself if I appear some arbitrary way. 

There is nothing in the way of me loving myself (or anyone else for that matter) that I don’t place there arbitrarily. I am completely free to love myself at every moment:

  • As I please people AND as they appear not to be pleased…

  • As I care for a particular person AND as that person appears to suffer…

  • As I get things done AND as things continue to appear unfinished.

  • At the top of the mountain AND at every other apparent point on the journey.

Every refusal to love myself is the result of a completely arbitrary condition I have placed on love

It’s a learned behavior resulting from the mistaken belief that love is a resource earned by the meeting of standards, that love is either deserved or not deserved, that I am undeserving of love unless I DO SOMETHING RIGHT by a standard outside myself.

There is no such outside standard: every standard I experience is my own - even the ones I think I’ve received from my parents or peers or think I’ve read in the news or social media or the laws or holy books. If a standard is showing up in my life, it’s because I’ve adopted it.

I am the judge. I am the sole giver of love to, and withholder of love from, myself - innocently tying my judgment to something entirely made up.

It’s a completely understandable mistake given the culture in which I’ve grown up but it’s a complete misunderstanding, my own misunderstanding, and so one that is completely in my hands to clear up.

And when I do, I see that love is the default state of the universe, of which I am a boundless and inextricable feature. Love is what I AM - even as I attempt to withhold it from myself, which is impossible to do.

(…which is why it hurts so much to try).