I think there are some truly awful people out there with the worst of intentions. And I think there are people so scared of being abandoned, they find themselves manipulating others.

This is all new to me. I’ve never been unattached. When I say unattached, I include pursuits of attachment as attachment. The six months I was single and sleeping away feelings does not count as unattachment. Sitting in it and letting it be…

Thank God for seasons. If not for seasons, there would be no new growth. I heard someone say the other day that the purpose of healing isn’t to reach some utopia where there are no more challenges. The purpose is to get better at facing challenges.

For thirty-three years, I have focused on being seen, not heard. It was a guideline I was to live by as a child, and I carried it with me into adulthood. I learned early that no one could be trusted. But I also picked up that some were more easily controlled than others, at least…

I like to imagine everyone wants to divulge their darkest secrets, dive into the pains of their past or let me meticulously comb through their inner psyche. My love language is knowing you’re as fucked as I am and willing to share that with me. It’s a problem. 😅