You’ve got this. You really do.
I am living proof that a person can move through life and seem well-adjusted, even capable, while drowning inside.
I would tell you that I’m so glad you’re back, I really am. But … we need to take things slow. After all, you did leave me.
Until I learn to embrace myself fully—all aspects, every bit of shame that I have not faced—I cannot move forward. I will always run in circles.
I know that I’m a love addict, that I care about finding someone and being in love more than I care about figuring out my life for myself. I know that I have serious attachment issues.
I don’t know if I came here to feel soothed or tear myself apart all over again.
It’s happened again.
In order to get the future you deserve, you must believe it into reality.
She’s a special person, the woman who never had any help.
Everything that I do reminds me of you in some way or another. I cannot even touch myself anymore without crumbling at the knowledge that I’ll never feel the tender electricity of your embrace again.