I Don’t Need His Love to Know My Worth

The other day, he told me again that he’s not in love with me.

As if I needed the reminder.
As if I hadn’t already replayed that sentence a hundred times in my mind—wondering what I did wrong, what I lacked, and why I wasn’t enough. Hearing it again didn’t offer clarity. It only reopened wounds I’ve been trying to let heal.

But this time, something in me shifted.

Maybe it was God. Maybe it was strength finally breaking through the heartbreak.
But instead of spiraling, I found myself asking a different question:
Why have I been looking for my worth in someone who stopped seeing me?

I’ve spent so much time beating myself up, trying to figure out what I could’ve done to make him stay in love with me. I’ve wondered if I wasn’t beautiful enough, kind enough, strong enough… lovable enough. I’ve been stuck in that loop for too long—doubting myself while trying to hold together a version of love that stopped choosing me.

But I’m not doing that anymore.

Because today, I heard something louder than his rejection: God’s voice.
And He reminded me of something simple and undeniable—I am the prize.

I don’t need his love to feel loved.
I don’t need his protection to feel safe.
I don’t need his approval to feel worthy.

I have me. I have God. And I have a growing sense of peace that no one else can give or take away.

I’m not that emotionally powerless woman anymore. The one who kept waiting to be chosen. The one who confused struggle with love. The one who settled for being tolerated when she was meant to be treasured.

Now, I’m learning to choose myself, gently and on purpose.

Yes, some days I still cry. And that’s okay.
Tears don’t make me weak—they make me real.
And even in the sadness, I’m still healing.

I’m choosing to give myself time, grace, and space to breathe again.
I’m choosing to walk forward, even if I stumble.
I’m choosing to live, even when it hurts.
And above all, I’m choosing to love myself through this.

No, I don’t need his love.
Because I have mine.
And that… is more than enough.

Quote:
“She stopped waiting for someone to choose her.
She chose herself. Fully. Fiercely. Forever.”

With love + truth,
💔 Aria Monroe 💗
Healing in real time. Choosing herself on purpose.