I Was Born to Love and Be Loved—But Life Had Other Plans.
I was born to love and be loved.
That much I know in my bones.
But life didn’t exactly roll out the red carpet for that truth.
Instead, it handed me detours—
chaos in the home,
emotional landmines to navigate.
People who were supposed to protect me…
but didn’t know how to protect themselves.
Let alone anyone else.
So, I learned to adapt.
To guard.
To overthink before I even spoke.
I built walls before I knew what trust was supposed to feel like.
It took me a long time to realise something simple:
What happened to me isn’t what’s wrong with me.
I used to think I was too broken to be loved the way I needed.
Now I know—I was just surviving.
And survival is a kind of love, too.
If you’ve ever been through emotional turbulence—
the kind that makes it hard to cry… or hard to stop—
know this:
You weren’t born wrong.
You weren’t born too much.
You weren’t born unlovable.
You were born to love.
And to be loved.
Even if life made you take the long way home.
Some of us have to rebuild the road ourselves.
But we still arrive.
And when we do?
We love deeper.
We hold gentler.
We understand the weight behind someone else’s silence.
So if you’re still on the road—
still figuring out how to let love in without flinching—
you’re not alone.
Keep going.
You’re closer than you think.
