I used to be a complete slut for words of affirmation. I would struggle to get through an hour of my day without being reminded that I was loved, valued, worth it… enough. There was a genuine deep fear that love would leave me unless I kept it on a tight leash. Those reminders kept me afloat when the anxiety got too deep.
Over the last couple years, I’ve done a lot of self reflection and work (with the help of my amazing therapist) to learn how to see myself with love. I’m realizing the validity of my thoughts and feelings independent of someone else’s praise and approval. It’s refreshing and freeing.
Love doesn’t feel so urgent anymore. Those who love me will not leave.
And with my new clarity, I think I’ve learned that my primary love language is actually acts of service. I was making cookies for my neighbors recently, and I was so content and at peace.
It makes sense though. A lifetime submissive finding joy in service for others?
Funny it took me almost 30 years to uncover that little truth.
One of the main reasons that I’m grateful for Power Rangers being a series targeted at children is that if it wasn’t, then there would almost always be one dead ranger per season (I know there have been “deaths” but when rangers die, they always come back).
And I am completely sure that if that were the case, then one of these fuckers
my anon requests really be like *the most gut wrenching angst and pain that will be inflicted on the reader and steve* to *the fluffiest, sweetest, cutest requests that make your heart swell with happiness*
