Dear John:

I’ve read through your 25 threads from May 2013 to June 2014, and honestly, I feel like I got to know you—and to like you 🙂

Among all your reflections, this line stayed with me the most:

“All of my material possessions could be lost in a fire, my family could be whisked away by a tornado, I could lose my job, my money, and become homeless, I could even contract a terminal disease, and to be honest, all of these things pale in comparison to my fear of not being liked or having someone be upset with me.”-

It says so much. About your deep sensitivity, about how connection—and potential rejection—cuts deeper than anything material.

What struck me even more was that one of your past threads from October 21, 2013 shares the exact same title as your post today—”Walking on eggshells”—now written nearly 11 years and 9 months later. Back then, you said:

“I recognize that the way I behave is largely influenced by experiences from my past – parents, teachers, bosses, lovers, all of whom brought into my life their neurosis, stresses, and anxieties. I can see how their unhealthy minds shaped the way I see the world and respond to it. Namely, walking on eggshells – avoiding their wrath and seeking approval. To this day, I’m still driven by fear of what might happen if they explode in anger…”

And you asked: “Does anyone have any advice on how to be truly free of these fears and be able to speak and act with conviction? How do you become fearless?”-

What you shared today echoes that same vulnerability—only now in the context of your marriage. And that resonance across time tells me that these are not isolated struggles, but patterns rooted in early wounds. Wounds that deserve tending. You’ve been walking carefully for decades. Maybe now, it’s time to walk freely.

Your story parallels mine. I lived with fear, self-doubt, and constant overthinking—walking on eggshells. Growing up, my mother’s volatility meant that if she was calm, I could breathe a bit; if she was angry, I braced myself. I learned early to shrink, to censor my thoughts and even facial expressions. I tried to become invisible so as not to provoke another storm.

Like you, I became hyper-attuned to others’ moods. Safety meant being able to read every tone, gesture, pause. You described it this way: “I’ve always had this acute awareness when others are anxious or stressed out. It’s almost as if when they’re experiencing anxiety or stress, I can either sense it or experience it myself… just an acute sensitivity to body language, tone of voice, expression on someone’s face, or just the silent void that’s created in those situations.”-

If a caregiver was emotionally explosive, dismissive, or withdrawn, the body learns to detect subtle shifts in tone, posture, or silence as warning signs. The nervous system becomes hypervigilant—ready to act, appease, or disappear in response to emotional signals. Over time, the person becomes attuned to others’ feelings more than one’s own, scanning for signs of tension or danger before it escalates. This leads to blurred boundaries with others.. to enmeshment.

This adaptation is not weakness—it’s survival. A child’s nervous system is exquisitely wired for connection and safety. When safety feels conditional, adaptation becomes second nature and it can persist into adulthood: sensitivity to conflict, people-pleasing, difficulty asserting boundaries, or waking with dread like you described.

You asked about that moment between sleep and waking:

“The space between waking up and getting out of bed seems to be the most difficult of the day… I wake up with negative memories and feelings of guilt, shame, inadequacy, trepidation, angst, and almost a child-like regression… what’s happening in that semi-conscious state?”-

This space in-between—called hypnopompia—is when your mental defenses are not yet re-activated, and stored emotional patterns rise to the surface. The feelings you described don’t come from nowhere. They are emotional imprints—felt memories—from times when you were young and scared, when survival depended on staying small, appeasing, anticipating others’ reactions.

There’s a chemistry behind it too. In early morning hours, cortisol (your body’s stress hormone) spikes to help you wake. But for someone with trauma sensitivity, that surge often fuels dread instead of alertness. Your amygdala—the brain’s threat sensor—is still scanning, not for lions, but for the memory of emotional danger. So before reason kicks in, you’re already in the storm.

I used to think my overactive inner critic was my enemy, but now I see it as a part of me that tried to protect me—from emotional harm, from rejection. It stepped in whenever I expressed myself, asking, “Was that dangerous?” Its goal was safety, even if it cost me truth.

My healing journey has been about moving from self-denial to self-acknowledgment—what my therapist called self-actualization. Like gently filling a deflated balloon, I’ve been learning to expand into who I really am, without apology.

And today? I feel more confident in my worth and truth than ever before.

The nervous system adaptation in childhood isn’t destiny. The same nervous system that learned fear can learn regulation, safety, and self-trust through healing relationships, boundaries, self-awareness (neuroplasticity).

I hope this reply offers you something. I’d really love to continue the conversation with you, John.

Warmly, Anita