U is for unlovable and unworthy!
For most of my life I believed that I was unlovable and unworthy. It wasn’t until my recent journey through breast cancer, that I would allow myself to choose to throw these two words in the garbage. Something about being faced with the reality of my death made me do a stop and think.
When I was a child, I was told by a trusted and loved adult that my parents didn’t love me, didn’t want me and I basicallt ruined my mother’s life. These words were etched in my heart often clouding my judgment and decisions. I was unworthy and unlovable.
I carried these lies into my marriage. I was unable to believe the words, “I love You!” from my husband. How could he love me? I was unworthy and unlovable.