There comes a point in every woman’s life where she has to ask herself a hard question:

Am I loved, or am I being rewarded for performing well?

That question did not come to me wrapped in softness. It came through heartbreak. It came through disappointment. It came through family wounds, friendship losses, romantic letdowns, and those quiet moments when I realized I had been bending myself into shapes that were never really me.

For a long time, I thought love meant being useful.