On a warm, September day with a broken heart and my eyes swollen from tears, I realized something profound. In spite of my humanity, my imperfections, and all the ways I’d gone wrong in my life, I loved myself.
I’m not sure if it was a wonderful or terrible moment to realize such a thing, but I guess it was as good a moment as any since my husband had recently filed for divorce and I felt I might never be loved by anyone else ever again.
From the outside looking in, what anyone who might have happened by my bedroom window that day would have witnessed is a seemingly crazy person speaking words of reassurance and love to herself in a mirror. But the truth is, that’s exactly how I began to realize I was going to be okay without his love as I already had my own.
As a fierce overachiever, I’m naturally hard on myself—like really, really hard. In a moment of heart-rending grief, a gentle voice inside nudged me to see myself with loving eyes. And instead of tearing myself down with self-critical thoughts about how I’d failed in my marriage, I began to build myself up with words of love about the amazing, beautiful, and powerful woman I was becoming.