After ten years of constant heartbreak, I knew I needed to make a drastic change. I was guilty of always looking to men for love. Even though I dated different men, I would always end up in fetal position, crying my heart out. I would even question my existence. "If no one will love me, what's the point of being alive?" Unhealthy thoughts would constantly come to mind. My self worth was dependent on how men felt about me. I knew I had to get out of that unhealthy cycle, but how? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks! The person who was responsible of loving me correctly was...me.