I have online dated on and off for 18 months, since my marriage ended. Had two short and disastrous relationships, which shattered my self esteem and left me struggling to understand what was wrong with me. I tried to please these men, but in the process, I lost sight of who I was.
I started taking anti depressants, despite thinking there was no point, they wouldn't work, I was just useless. I had counselling - every week (and am still going). I was still up and down. It didn't help at first.
I was still feeling as if I needed a man to rescue me and that if only I could find one, I'd be valuable at last. I'd be happy. I'd be complete. I couldn't just sit with who I was, if that makes sense. I was online, answering men's messages, waiting for one of them to find me pleasing, to validate me. On dates, I drank too much to mask my unease. I hated myself afterwards. I felt cheap.
Then, suddenly - it was like the clouds cleared. I stopped drinking. Gave the anti depressants a chance to work. Then I realised that I already had the ingredients of happiness. Beautiful children. A lovely cat. Fish and chips on a Friday night. Friends. Small pleasures. I realised how low I'd been and that actually, I'd been looking to something external to fix the void inside myself.
No one can be responsible for your happiness. There's a beautiful freedom in recognising that you have what you need, all on your own.
That's all. Just wanted to share that. Start by having a relationship with yourself, first and foremost.