The worse advice I've been given is to never give up. I held on to that dream that no longer served me. I had changed yet I could never give up? What did that mean? I felt so tired yet I wouldn't rest because I had to keep going. I felt so affraid of losing him that I lost myself. The best thing I did was give up. Give up on that dream, that relationship, that idea. As I change and adapt the seeds of my mind need weeding.
I have learnt theres a million and one of us. Each person perceives me differently as I am merely a reflection of them as they are to me. We are all tiggers and what a wonderful thing that is to be.