I Choose Myself

woman standing in front of field
Aral Tasher

Today, again, I choose myself. My own pride. My own self-respect, my own well-being.

I choose not to worry about what they will think. I choose not to worry about disappointing anyone. I choose myself.

Once you’ve tasted the good you deserve, once you’ve been loved like you deserve to be loved, once you’ve been treated like you deserve to be treated, you have to choose yourself. Regardless of who stops talking to you in the process, regardless of how many friends or loved ones you risk losing. There’s no other way for you to live. You can’t not choose yourself.

So, in a blink of an eye, without a moment of doubt, I choose myself.

I choose myself because I’m precious. I choose myself because I deserve to be chosen.

I choose to love myself, even when I hate myself. I choose to never run away or hide from myself. I choose to speak my truth calmly, but firmly. Every time I open my mouth to speak up about something that’s bothering me, I choose myself.

Every time I do not answer that phone, because I don’t want to speak to a person on the other end of the line, I choose myself.

I choose myself whenever I take a moment to rest instead of going out. I choose myself whenever I get lost in the wilderness. I choose myself whenever I pick up a new book. I choose myself whenever I decide to walk instead of driving. I choose myself whenever I say out loud whatever it is that pops into my mind.

I choose myself because my thoughts deserve to be heard. Not because I think they’re better than anyone else’s, but because I respect myself and my opinions. Whenever you think I’m being mean to you, realize this: you’re not in the equation. I choose myself.

I choose myself whenever I refuse to do you a favor, because it would inconvenience me or cause me harm. I choose myself whenever I politely decline your invitation. I choose myself.

I choose myself because this is the only way I know I can trust myself.

I choose myself because I love myself. I choose myself, because the imperfect, occasionally sarcastic and somewhat neurotic person that I am deserves to be acknowledged.

I choose myself, because I know that one day I will be gone. I choose myself because I want to be gone when I’m dead. And not a moment before that.
And you know what? Once you start choosing yourself, your life becomes magical. You attract people who choose you too. You live easily and without struggle. You stop overthinking. Anxiety disappears.

Don’t trust me on that. Try it. Choose yourself once, and soon, you will know no other way.

Choose yourself. TC mark

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