How are your limiting beliefs can shape your whole life?
I kept living my life for 45 years with this belief. Everybody, who would listen, I would tell the story from the angle of me deciding at 5 that I didn’t want to go to my grandma anymore. As a result of this belief, in my whole life, I would try to make myself loveable by being a people pleaser. Not surprisingly I was constantly proven right in my belief that the ones who say love me don’t really. Re-affirming my original belief for me. I deliberately kept my connections a bit loose and myself detached so when the inevitable break up happens I’m not so hurt by it.situation, swallowed our pain, and put up a pleasant face.
Than a story from my childhood suddenly popped into my mind, a story which used to be told on a way that my great “bravado” was at it’s core. When I was 5 my grandma didn’t want to look after me anymore, so I got a key to the house and was looking after myself. Only now I came to realize, that from that moment on in my life I became a street child and my limiting belief of not being loveable was formed.
I started to tell myself: “Even my grandmother doesn’t love me and doesn’t want me. Everybody is loved and even adored by his or her grandmother. She loves my brother. Which means I don’t deserve love. Even the ones who suppose to love me, don’t. I’m a NON LOVEABLE person.”
I kept living my life for 45 years with this belief. Everybody, who would listen, I would tell the story from the angle of me deciding at 5 that I didn’t want to go to my grandma anymore. As a result of this belief, in my whole life I would try to make myself loveable by being a people pleaser. Not surprisingly I was constantly proven right in my belief that the ones who say love me don’t really. Re-affirming my original belief for me. I deliberately kept my connections a bit loose and myself detached so when the inevitable break up happens I’m not so hurt by it.
Now I accept my little one’s hurt and love her for openly showing me her hurt. I’m honored that she trusts me enough to be ok to be vulnerable with me. Because of her, my 5 years old self, I have grown up to be an independent and strong woman. My grandma has given me what she could, she was 74 years old when I was 5, lost her husband, my grandpa and it was too much of a responsibility for her to look after a little girl.
Do you allow a similar story to shape your whole life? I would love to hear it
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