Neither Selfish or Selfless – Only Loving

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Selfishness is wrong and right.

In America, this is what we learn from a young age. Go to a church to find a healthy dose of selflessness. Then read Ayn Rand to find selfishness recommended.

So on the one hand, I should appear to be Mother Theresa. On the other, I’m meant to let the weak die and strong survive. It’s best to be strong. I should do my best to earn as much value as I can, pay lip service to charity, and secure well past the American Dream.

Since I’m a woman, I get to do this while smiling and wearing heels.

It’s enough to make you dizzy. On the one hand, I’m supposed to go out and buy stuff, drink, and party so hard it gives Romans a bad name. On the other hand, I’m asked to give everything I have away, denying my body to the point of self-harm.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is the definition of a mind-fuck because no one is good enough in this scenario. Everyone is wrong. Everyone is evil. Everyone has something to prove.

And none of it is true.

Like many, I unpacked this mess. Growing up with two ordained ministers as parents, I had a heavy dose of Christian selflessness hoisted upon me – the last will be first, and the first will be last. I felt like there was always more that I could do – and that I could never do enough good. There was always room for someone’s judgment and with it, my guilt and shame.

I also had a history of trauma. I had this lovely history telling me that even if I did everything right, I would still be inferior. I would still have something to prove, because clearly, if I suffered as a toddler, I must have deserved this suffering – I must have been born bad.

To top that off, I enjoy my creature comforts. I won’t deny that I like sex, wine, velvet, chocolate, and roses. I like shiny rocks and fast cars. I relish beautiful places, surrounded by naturally aromatic fragrances. I like the Golden ratio in nature and rooms designed with Feng Shui.

So you can imagine how well I dealt with the pressure to be angelic even as I sought to ground myself through sensual indulgence. It was messy. It was guilty. It was shameful. It was – to go religious – sinful.

The worst thing about this wretched mind-fuck was that I didn’t know I was in it. I didn’t recognize the depth of my low self-worth, or the judgment I put upon other people. I thought when I bought myself French lingerie, I was showing myself love – that I was loving to myself. I thought when I volunteered with Americorps, and denied myself a livable income, I was proving how spiritual I could be – that I was righteous.

But I was secretly miserable.

The stuff was empty, and rather than filling a void, created anxiety around not having enough. The denial was a kind of self-flagellation. Both caused unnecessary pain – both fostered jealousy, resentment, anger, and hate.

And I didn’t know I was doing it.

It was only when I lost everything – when I was stripped bare and forced to confront my truth that I recognized how much I had to learn.

In 2013, I was seven months pregnant when my husband lost his job. It was a frightening time, and spun me into a pit of self-loathing and despair. It took me months of daily tears, regular fights with my husband, and long conversations with relatives and friends to come to terms with reality.

In my thirties, I didn’t know myself. I needed to spend time learning about me – getting my heart and mind right. The process took me two years of journaling, meditating, networking, classes, workshops, reading, and publishing. It was a daily commitment unlike no other I’ve experienced. I’d never spent so much time on me – and it paid off."there is no such things as selfish or selfless - there is only love."

My life is completely different now.

For me, there is no such thing as selfish or selfless – there is only love.

I read social media posts without anger or frustration. People snap at me, and for the most part, I’m unaffected. I enjoy at least one thing in every moment of life. I experience peace throughout my days. If I do experience a negative emotion, I acknowledge it, and let it go. I forgive myself. I forgive others. I feel happy every day. I feel loved and loving every day. I enjoy and appreciate the people, places, and things in my life.

Who I am now and who I was three years ago are completely different people. If the woman I was met the woman I am, she might be shocked. She might wonder how I got here – what I did.

What would I tell her?

“Take a breath. Everything will work out better than you can even imagine. Spend time on you – it really is the best path.”


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Alexis Donkin helps creatives and seekers build lives based in unconditional love. She is the creator of The Compassion Letter weekly newsletter, and the online course, The Heart Unboxed: How to Love the Unloveable, as well as host of the Intentional Writer Interview Series, and has authored over 17 books. Alexis lives in Southern California with her family. She is a classically trained artist, with a BA in Peace and Conflict Studies and an MA in Global and International Studies. Between writing, speaking, and chasing her kid, she paints, sings, and dances. Sometimes Alexis does it all at once.

8 thoughts on “Neither Selfish or Selfless – Only Loving

    1. It took a solid 2 years once I decided I wanted this mindset and heartset. I spent hours with myself daily – thinking, meditating, journaling, and reading. It was so worth it! 🙂

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    1. Thank you! It does – love really is that unifying piece. But it definitely takes some doing to understand what that word even means and to fully experience it. Once you do though – it’s just amazing! 🙂


  1. Sometimes our lowest moments are doorways to necessary change. I would suggest that you discovered selflessness in terms of letting the ego rest and filling the void with love, which can’t help but extend outward. Beautiful post.


    1. If you mean a sort of Buddhist or Hindu transcendence, then yes. I did let go of the self in order to experience the interconnection of all – which is to experience, in a word, love. I think most of us don’t have the words to talk about this deep experience, and this post is, for all purposes, an introduction to much of what I experience and regularly post on my blog (I’d invite you to check it out at Thank you for your thoughts and kind words! 🙂

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