Being overly generous is a trait that plagues many women. What should feel good becomes an overwhelming need to be liked. What starts off as charitable turns into being bled dry. I believe in the power of giving, but when it comes at your own personal cost, it becomes self-sabotage. I’m not even talking

Instead of welcoming aid and checking to see if it is freely given, we reject it. We automatically say, “I’m fine, thanks,” or “I’ll be all right,” or “I don’t need any help.” Very serious business! When we throw away nurturing, we filter out the very love we long for, the love that is the foundation of our self-esteem. Some of us decided to cope w

I could never feel good about my generosity because it was just a mask to cover my greed. I lied about who I was, and I lied to myself about what I was capable of achieving. I lost access to all of who I was.

When we give from the heart, we do so out of the joy that springs forth whenever we willingly enrich another person’s life. This kind of giving benefits both the giver and the receiver. The receiver enjoys the gift without worrying about the consequences that accompany gifts given out of fear, guilt, shame, or desire for gain. The giver benefits fr

l’« économie de la famine ». La plupart des gens ont intériorisé cette croyance dès l’enfance. Leurs parents leur prodiguaient peut-être peu d’affection, si bien qu’ils ont intériorisé l’idée qu’il existe une quantité limitée d’amour et qu’ils doivent se battre pour l’obtenir, parfois dans une rivalité impitoyable avec leurs frères et sœurs. Ceux q