When It Feels Like You’re Doing It All Wrong
“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.” ~Carl Jung
I was sitting in my therapist’s office when she asked me a question that made me freeze.
“Tell me about the last time something good happened in your life.”
I opened my mouth to answer, then stopped. My mind went blank. Not because nothing good had happened, but because I genuinely couldn’t remember letting myself enjoy any of it.
She waited. The silence felt heavy.
Finally, I said, “I got a promotion three months ago.”
“And how did that feel?”
“Terrifying, …
“Sometimes we fall for the same mistakes because we haven’t learned to love ourselves fully.” ~Unknown
As long as I can remember, my relationships followed the same script.
At first, there was charm. Attention. Sweetness. Intensity. That intoxicating feeling of being seen and chosen, sometimes for the very first time.
Then, slowly, the cracks appeared.
It started small. A comment like, “You’re overthinking it again,” said with a laugh when I tried to express how I felt, and suddenly I went quiet, wondering if maybe I was the problem.
Then came the silence, and instead of questioning it, I found …
“The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not ‘get over’ the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it.” ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
My friend Diana’s WhatsApp profile picture is of herself hugging her dog, Zibby.
Every time her name comes up on my phone, there they are. The two of them in a tiny square. I’ve seen that photo so many times I stopped really looking at it.
Until recently.
Zibby wasn’t just a dog. She was part of the whole rhythm of their life, the mornings and the evenings and all the …
“Emotional abuse is any pattern of behavior that undermines a person’s sense of self-worth and reality.” ~Beverly Engel
At first, the changes were small.
I stopped wearing that outfit everyone liked because they said it didn’t look good on me. I let certain friendships fade because it made him uncomfortable. I laughed less at things he didn’t find funny.
I face-checked myself to make sure my expression was pleasing to him. I shrank just slightly, in ways no one else would notice.
Then it got bigger.
I stopped trusting my own judgment because he told me I was too sensitive. …