the child who learned

"No one ever loved me. I always craved love from my family." It’s not just a statement. It’s not just a few words. It’s a wound that never truly heals— A wound buried deep in the heart. As a child, I was supposed to feel safe. Held. Seen. Heard. But instead, I was left trying to earn The very love that should’ve been freely given. And now, the little girl inside me Still aches for what she never got. It’s when the people who were meant to be my home— Emotionally. Spiritually. Mentally— Just… weren’t. So I became my own shelter. I taught myself how to survive. But survival… isn’t the same as living. I deserve love. Real love. Not love that comes with expectations. Not love that only appears when I’m perfect, quiet, or useful. I deserve the kind of love That holds me when I’m messy, lost… or just tired.