Do you teach others to treat you like crap?

I’m in a writing mood, so I will blog write beside posting art.

I’ve been learning major stuff lately. Tower experiences do that. We tend to have life reviews then we see a timeline of false beliefs that led us to experience what we do not want to experience. I think that is the true gift in major life break-ups.

What did I learn? For one thing, we must not compromise so much of ourselves. Each little compromise tells us we don’t matter and are unimportant. And slowly, we expect less and less. Next thing we see is we matter little in our lives. We are disrespected. It’s a snowball effect.

I look back and I see how all this was born when I was quite little. A belief was planted. And yes, Empaths, we do tend to take on others’ beliefs as our own and others’ stuff at a very early age.

I have seen times I gave 110% in my biz, my family, in parenting, relationships, and then was genuinely surprised when I was empty-handed. I foolishly thought that when I needed it, like financial help for my dying dog, or needing money for simple things like gas or electric, it would be there, because look how much I gave! I think all it created was resentment. Why was this happening? Because I gave free readings, free info, free classes. I was such a good old girl. Helpers, when has anyone asked a dentist or electrician for free help? I saw this recently when a woman wanted a basically cheap reading for me to travel an hour and a half and talk to most of her kennel. Then balked at my average price. She had just paid a vet to come to the house big bucks! So, the message again, you are unimportant, not worthy. That was part of my wake-up call. The last few years have brought me the best teachers in the world for this lesson, including a child who was a Master Teacher.

Little by little we put up with small compromises that do not honor us and whittle us away. Maybe this is a learned woman thing. I don’t know. But it’s too late. I see it now. I have this beautiful opportunity to rewrite my history and heal my inner little girl. How frickin’ cool is that?