Lately, I’ve been irritatingly making myself numb to people. I stopped communicating with people, make almost zero effort to make plans with anyone, and when people try to get in touch with or make plans with me, I don’t even want to be bothered. And then, when I think to myself that I should be annoyed that people I used to be and thought I still was friends with dropped contact with me, I realize that I kinda don’t care.
Today, I actually rolled my eyes when I heard my texting sound and I didn’t even know who the text was from.
You’re not needy. You’re starving. You certainly do not want for too much. These things you crave are all entirely normal, natural, its-your-birth-right, your-parents-probably-didn’t-give-you-enough things. So you’re starving. That’s okay. You can begin there. Begin bit by bit, or bite by bite. Begin by renaming this ‘neediness’ with a more accurate term: hunger. Begin by asking for what you want. Begin by honoring your hunger. By feeding yourself. Begin by receiving the cravings with kindness, instead of shame. This hunger of yours. It’s so wise. You’re not needy. You’re simply starving.
