My Love Story

Rediscovering and Loving Every Part of Me

June, the 6th month, represents love, harmony, and relationships. And this month, I am celebrating the most important love I rediscovered—the love for myself.

This is a look at the moments where I lost myself without even realizing it. And how I found my way back.

The Silent Ways I Disconnected From Myself

It started young.

When I spoke my mind—clearly and confidently—I was told to be quiet When I stayed quiet, I was told to speak. Confusing, right? Slowly, I started to dim my voice.

I wasn’t the academic topper, but I excelled at dance and sports. Back then, that wasn’t considered “cool” or worthy of appreciation. And while others were applauded for household chores or being quiet, I—being free-spirited—was made to feel like something was wrong with me.

When I didn’t get science (stream/subject) and had to choose commerce (stream/subject) instead, society looked at me differently. Judged me. As if I wasn’t just not smart enough, but not good enough as a person. I remember thinking, But I’m curious, kind, empathetic, emotionally intelligent, and full of life… doesn’t that count?

I was promised that if I scored well in 12th, I could go to the college of my choice. I did—but the promise was broken. A quiet rebellion was born. I went through graduation just to get through it—no passion, no motivation—just moving through the motions, believing effort didn’t matter. (again I was unaware!)

No one asked why I lost interest. But they did point out that my scores weren’t great. No one remembered when I did well.

I carried unspoken guilt for so long—especially when a deeply personal relationship distanced, not because of anything I did, but because someone else’s version of the story was believed. For years, I felt it was my fault. But today, I know: it wasn’t.

When I chose love and married outside of caste and religion, I was told, "If you’d chosen differently, your wedding would’ve been grand." That hurt. If you love me, why does it matter who I love? Why couldn’t you celebrate me anyway? (A story for next time.)

Then came pregnancy. Everything changed again. People around me felt different. I felt alone, even though I smiled. I thought I was happy, but something was off. Quiet sadness crept in. Judgment arrived quickly—on my body, my choices, my child. (A story for another blog.)

And yet… that small, steady part of me—the one that believed in my intelligence, in my unique rhythm—never gave up.

That’s what kept me moving forward. Even when I didn’t understand what I was moving through. My Love Story

Reconnecting With the Me I Lost 

And then, something shifted.

It was as if my baby whispered to me, "Maa, it’s time to come back to yourself. To your truth. To make choices that are truly yours."

And I listened.

That whisper became a deep call—to heal, to remember, to celebrate. Healing didn’t happen overnight. But it began the moment I made the choice: To return to me.

Not the version others wanted. Not the version others praised. But the one I had always quietly been.

I started seeing my story with new eyes. I forgave the younger me. I softened the blame. I released the guilt. And most importantly—I celebrated myself.

I now know:

My sensitivity is not a flaw—it’s my gift.  

My voice matters—whether soft or loud.  

I can be both strong and soft.  

I don’t need to fit in—I just need to be me.

Because love should be celebrated. In all its forms. Starting with the love we give ourselves.

This is my love story with me

If you’ve ever felt lost within your own life, I want you to know — the return is possible. Even in the quietest moments, your soul remembers who you are. And when you’re ready, you’ll hear that whisper too.

This June, may you come home to the relationship that matters most — the one with yourself.

If you're ready to begin your healing journey, click here—I’m here to support you every step of the way!

A Thought For All Of Us

Life’s biggest changes—school, choices, marriage, pregnancy—are milestones, moments of growth that deserve celebration.

But instead of joy, they’re often met with comparison, pressure, judgment, or silence.

We praise academic scores as intelligence, yet emotional intelligence—our ability to connect, feel, and grow—is overlooked.

Every human deserves to be supported, not judged. Cheered for, not criticized.

That is my purpose—to celebrate each of you, exactly as you are. Whole, unique, enough.

Love,

Meenakshi