When I was 19 I met my second heart break. He was the son of a millionaire and made me feel like I had the winning lottery ticket, like I was the king (queen) of the world as long as I had him by my side. He felt so entitled to life.
The ride lasted 8 months and I was thrown out of the roller coaster at its highest peak. The way down was nasty and looking back I don’t think the ride was that good at all to be honest. I was no longer the Queen, I was a peasant that would die for him to love me back.
It took me years to get over him. Lots and lots of tears. Cheap alcohol. Friends and family that would hear the same story over and over again. Some terrible books followed by a few good pieces of advice.
During a recent meditation that old flame came up, and usually that would bring this immediate feeling of anger towards myself. Why did I hold on? How could I have not loved myself more? But this time around I started taking my own advice and approached it differently. I became so utterly curious and created space to explore. I started to notice that he was showing up as this belief of feeling less, of not being worthy. A belief that shows up in my life from time to time and specially now as new and exciting things are happening. My sense of security is constantly threated by this belief and bringing awareness to this has helped me understand the place where these feelings come from and how they no longer serve me.
So what are some new things old relationships can teach you? If you would like to explore more. Please email me would love here from you.