Growing up, I was not allowed a safe outlet for my feelings. They were dangerous to my caretakers, and thus to me.
First Magic, then Medicine, finally Madness
This is a saying in the addict community to describe our using. The poetic nature of it strikes me, and I can't help relate the saying to all.
Addiction and dating apps: the fast and intense
Has there has ever been this much supply and demand on dating apps? I wonder if we should be more careful in giving our heart's attention away.
The illusion of being uniquely broken
Surely we are suffering because something wrong happened to us that was completely unique, unfair and unavoidable. Or is it?
Apologising to my first love (and crying for hours)
I reached out to someone I hadn't spoken to in over 3 years to apologise for the hurt that I had caused them in our relationship. Scary, right?
On admitting my resentments: Step 5 of recovery
How heavy the weight of our resentments is! From childhood, our romantic relationships and friendships: we all carry them with us.