A tragic last resort when dealing with those who lack ability and willingness to self reflect, adjust and do the work of repair.
My first full year as an official orphan (in which I was banished by literally every blood relative) truly flew and I am going out on a high note: -Cleanly…
I was raised by people who did not believe in apologies or examining of their behaviors, deeply rooted in a sense of perpetual rightness. Why change when you are already…
My relationships before recovery were so distrusting and volatile, and could literally snap under the weight of even the slightest tension. It was not safe or accepted to openly experience difficult…
Even, through my thirties, I had not learned to appropriately respond to harmful behaviors and words. Consistently, my uninformed and humiliating reactions stole the show, contributing greatly to the wreckage…