Do I hate myself because I can’t be angry at others?

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.

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.

Surely we are suffering because something wrong happened to us that was completely unique, unfair and unavoidable. Or is it?

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?

How heavy the weight of our resentments is! From childhood, our romantic relationships and friendships: we all carry them with us.