Last night, I watched a movie about dementia called Father starring Anthony Hopkins. Mental note, don’t watch sad things before bed. I think it upset me because I had a bad dream. Then this morning, I was texting a friend that also has PTSD and they were having an episode.

This was enough to trigger my PTSD which reared it’s head during meditation.

I see a lot of people on this forum with very low standards for how they should be treat by romantic partners.

I’m very lucky to have filled my life with love and learned to reject unsuitable partners. But once upon a time I had similar issues.

I didn’t know what being treat well even looked like and my mind craved experiences that maintained my depression.

But I didn’t like being treat badly, wanted to change and thanks to therapy. I learned to identify poor behaviour. Little by little, I developed standards and learned to protect myself. I started to believe that I deserved to be treat better and I learned to be firm in my boundaries when people attempted to cross them.

Everyone deserves to be treat well, with genuine love and kindness instead of the wishful thinking that goes hand in hand with mistaking poor behaviour for love. But most of all, developing love for yourself means that you don’t need to rely on others to do that for you.

I’m going to treat myself with kindness today and acknowledge these old feelings of hurt, allowing them to be and let them pass.