I didn’t know that the “love” I was describing was shaped by trauma bonding, self-abandonment, and the nervous system’s attempt to recreate what felt familiar rather than what felt safe.
A philosophy I mistook for truth, a longing I mistook for destiny, a pattern I mistook for love.

Others have told you that it takes time, and it does. I created my account months ago, but didn't post until some weeks ago, and one like from someone here and there made it worth it, to continue. We need people, we need to be seen and heard - in our own time and way. I'd love for you to stay 🫶

I'm still at a loss for words how he's still in that seat. It's mind boggling.