So take a fucking shower. Clean the past and do yoga, get therapy, dance and cry and heal. Smoke DMT, find your guru, smell flowers, cry more, forgive, touch the earth, stop thinking, breathe and cry and scream and heal. Find your buried heart. Clean it off. Love yourself. Love yourself. Love yourself. Break the chains of pain and be free.
Decide. Seriously, it's that simple. Decide you are worthy. Decide you are good enough. Decide you deserve to live a happy, successful, prosperous, peaceful life full of loving relationships. Nobody can decide for you, no matter how much power you give them to do so. You get to choose. Life is based on free will. We choose. Whether we do it from conscious self-love or default familial patterning depends on our personal karmic, genetic, conditioned, chemical, experiential combination. But even within all that we have choice.
Granted, choosing to break free takes courage but that, too, is a choice. We all have access to courage, if we choose. And when we do, courage becomes more accessible, like thermal lift for your wings.
So, join me. Clean off your shit and spread your wings. Show up and claim your seat at this table laid out with a gourmet feast of pleasure, joy, and gratitude. You're not broken, you just need to break through.