No matter how many times it was demanded I lighten up, calm down, go with the flow and get over it, I just still did not.
Growing up highly sensing neurodivergent, I wasn’t seen as struggling — I was seen as willful and defiant, seeking control and attention with my needs. Survival meant submission — something I…
Love Bombed: My Story of Worship, Betrayal, and No Contact (Part 6 of 32,000,000) The Story He Told Me When we met, I was deeply moved. How he soldiered through…
I’ve resumed journaling — rigorously, of course, because I tend to do things either with full intensity or not at all. With this man, a widower who lost the love…
I wouldn’t have chosen the things that harmed me, but I’m grateful and proud of how I’m allowing myself to be shaped by them. Recovery keeps teaching me about mercy,…