Nobody else can heal you

Nobody has things seamlessly together all the time. I certainly don't. But, I realized that my problem with not being (or seeming) "put together" is that I find some kind of shame in it. Especially in the context of love, or the people I love. Something in the realm of conditional vs. unconditional love, like you can't reveal the things you hold onto and be loved in the same way. Maybe that's why I have trouble with being vulnerable? I'm an over-sharer as much as I worry about freely showing the things that plague me. I've been doing that more often lately and it makes me a little uneasy for the reason I mentioned.

I don't know. It's messed up.

I actually think that real love grows when someone finds beauty and acceptance in the places you've been wounded. They just can't heal them for you. You have to do this for yourself.