The book “He” wishes I never read.

For Women Who Love Too Much: The Book That Finally Made Me See Myself

I’ve always struggled with love. Since I was a kid, it’s been this theme running through my life sometimes unrequited, sometimes too much of it, never too little, unfortunately. My default was always trying to help people, often to my own detriment.

When I think back, most of my “problems” weren’t about what I did, but about how I loved too deeply, too fiercely, too loyal and too much. And most of the time, it came down to my reactions and how I let people treat me which I learnt was a reflection of my own self worth.

For years, people would recommend this one book. I’m a bookworm, a proper reader, but self-help books always felt a bit cliché. Don’t get me wrong, I knew I had a problem, but how the fuck could being too nice be a problem? That’s just fucking unjust (sorry I’m swearing a lot right)

The book was For Women Who Love Too Much. Jesus Christ, if I had a pound for every time someone shoved that title in my face, I’d be a millionaire by now probably sailing a yacht somewhere in the South Pacific , completely done with love and living my best life.

But instead, I spent 20 years circling the same issues over and over again. The same heartbreaks. The same toxic dynamics. The same exhaustion. And people, quite frankly, got sick of my shit. Which hurt, because it wasn’t even “my fault” but try telling anyone that when they’ve heard the same story a hundred times.(sorry mum and anyone who listened)

Finally, after two decades of resistance, I gave in. I read the fucking book.

And let me tell you… it changed my life.

There aren’t even words to fully explain it. All I can say is, I went from rolling my eyes at the idea of it, to being its biggest advocate. But here’s the thing—I think the book only works when you’re at the right stage of your journey. You need to be ready. Maybe that’s why it hit me so hard when it did. All my stars aligned at that moment.

I’d recommend it to any woman who finds herself “loving too much.” Even if there’s just a 1% chance it might help you, then bloody let it help you. Because sometimes, that 1% is all you need to change everything.

I don’t regret waiting to read it. I wasn’t ready back then. If I’d picked it up earlier, maybe it would have bounced right off me and nothing would’ve changed. But reading it at the exact moment I did? That was powerful. Life changing.

So if you’re reading this and you’ve been circling the same painful patterns for years, maybe this is your sign. Maybe now’s your moment.

Read For Women Who Love Too Much. It might just be the book that makes you finally see yourself.