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December 12, 2025 at 5:55 am #452868
BeaParticipantThank you for allowing me this platform to share my story. I’ve used Tiny Buddha as a tool to help me process a lot of the difficulty I’ve found in my relationships.
Through some therapy, I realized that codependency was a huge part of my life. I was raised by an alcoholic, and grew up to be mature beyond my years, but dependent on others. Not others to take care of me. I was drawn to people that I could take care of and try to fix. I was a bit ashamed to realize this was my pattern. I didn’t usually gravitate towards the best people. And no matter what I tried to ‘fix’, I always made things so much more difficult for myself. The other person would usually get frustrated… My relationships were always a mess.
The past few years, I met a man who was absolutely wonderful to me. But, I knew that there was something underlying that I was drawn to. He proposed, and then a few months later I moved in. Immediately upon moving in, he got extremely sick. His liver was failing. He was an intense alcoholic. I’d like to say I had no idea, but unfortunately I did. I knew that he had a bad habit. I stayed anyways. I accepted his proposal. I moved in. During all of it, my body was going through so much stress and anxiety. I was having intense mood swings. I couldn’t understand why I kept feeling so out of control. I wasn’t listening to my body when it was screaming that I needed to change.
He recovered and we tried to work through it, but it became so obvious to me that I had a lot to work through. I didn’t know who I was outside of someone trying so hard to fix and control people and my environment. But, patterns like to keep you stuck. Not too long into moving out, a man who I had strong feelings for for years finally approached me and asked to spend time together. I was giddy. Yes! A way to forget about my ex and that pain! Let’s jump on in. HE love bombed me, and I was head over heals. But I was working so hard on being mindful of what I could handle. I wanted to be with this person so badly, and I would have done anything to not mess it up. I was open, honest, caring. But not even two weeks in, he gradually pushed me away. My emotions were too much for him. I had no idea what an avoidant personality was. I was about to find out.
The struggle was real. I didn’t have any other future pictured outside of the one I wanted with him. He said he loved me, and that we had forever. Why wouldn’t he talk things through with me? Why did I make him feel like he was drowning? Why was it all my fault that he didn’t want to spend time together? My view of myself just plummeted. It took far longer than it should have, but with a little help from Tiny Buddha, I learned. I learned about his avoidant tendencies. He fit them to a ‘T’.
But, I also have learned so much about myself. I don’t have it all figured out. Through a lot of emotional yoga sessions and patience that felt like pulling out my teeth, I finally had that realization. That clarity that I was craving. I had to stop forcing it and looking so hard for it.
My ex fiancé was doing the best he could. I was too. This avoidant individual could only handle what he could handle. I still embraced him during a difficult transition in my life. But, I didn’t have to keep putting up with it all. I had a choice to move on, but I was letting myself get stuck. Turns out, I didn’t have to put up with being treated the way I was. By others and by myself. It was shocking. I didn’t have to feel so guilty leaving a man who had so many issues to sort out himself. I didn’t have to allow Mr. Avoidant to keep pushing me away and pulling me in with those infamous breadcrumbs. I could let go and move forward.
This is not to say I don’t have a lot of work to do. But today is the first day in a long time that I finally feel like myself again. I don’t think I really have for years. And I wanted to share this. Because if even one person can read it and get some more hope for themselves, I’d be so happy. I honestly didn’t think I’d ever feel better. I went through the panic attacks, the sadness, the hopelessness. But, clarity and resilience were waiting for me on the other end. Let yourself lean into the anger a little bit. Tell yourself what you deserve, not what other people say you do or treat you like. And stop pushing yourself to feel better. You need to feel it all. I know it sounds so unreasonable, but it’s so very very true.
Thank you. 🙂
December 12, 2025 at 11:20 am #452898
anitaParticipantHello Alleah 🙂
Thank you so much for sharing your story — it’s clear you wrote it with the hope of helping others, and that generosity really shines through.
The way you expressed your journey is powerful and beautifully written; you have a real talent for putting complex emotions into words in a way that feels relatable and encouraging. I admire your honesty, your resilience, and the goodwill behind your message. It takes courage to share such personal experiences, and I believe your words will give hope to anyone who reads them.
Your message got me thinking: the compulsion to “fix” others often comes, indeed, from childhood experiences where a child felt responsible for managing a parent’s emotions, chaos, or well‑being, leading to fixer mentality, a rescuer mindset and identity, where helping others becomes a way to feel safe, valued, or in control.
I myself tried to (or dreamed about, literally daydreaming) fixing my mother for the longest time. I wanted her to be okay because I loved her, so I tried to fix her. I felt unsafe with her (she was unstable and abusive), so I tried to fix her and feel safe with her. I felt out of control or agency in a chaotic, unpredictable home, so I tried to fix her so to have a sense of control.
I read that if a child learns that being “helpful” or “responsible” (or “mature beyond my years”, your words) is the only way to get love or recognition, then the child may start to see themselves as the “caretaker,” making fixing others part of who they are.
Thing is, my mother didn’t give me love or recognition for my real efforts to fix or help her. Actually, she punished me for real-life efforts to help her, and so, caretaking did not become a part of my identity. Like I wrote above, I daydreamed a lot about fixing her (providing her a luxurious lifestyle when I grow up), but in practicality, I did nothing much.
Thank you, Aleah, for helping me understand myself better 🙂
🤍 Anita
December 13, 2025 at 12:38 pm #452930
AlessaParticipantHi Aleah
I’m so glad that you managed to work through these difficulties and get to a place where you are confident in your self-worth! Congratulations.🩵
You offer a lot of insight and good advice! I’m sure that you’ll shine a light and give hope to many others. 🩵
December 13, 2025 at 4:27 pm #452943
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December 22, 2025 at 4:12 pm #453221
BeaParticipantTo add to this, if anyone is still around to read it- Recently I’ve been thinking a lot about feeling sadness and grief over losing something, even if it’s just the potential of a future that’ll never happen. Sometimes, I just feel sad. And I tell myself it’s alright, because you have to let yourself feel the sad/pain to get through it. But then I wasn’t getting through it. It would revisit over and over. How does one process this sadness so they no longer feel it?
What does it mean to acknowledge that you feel something, and then let it go?
Recently, I attended an awesome breathing class in which I dug very deep into why I have become fond of being sad/anxious/depressed instead of just the happy carefree person I really really long to be. I saw my mother, who would dress up in beautiful outfits, put on a mask, and show the world the happy version of herself. But at home, she’d throw it all aside and drink herself into what she thought should have been happy. But really, it was just a drunker version of her depression that I had taken upon myself to conquer. How can I make her happy. How can I get through this night, and then the next..
I strongly believe that it is not our faults what trauma and baggage gets thrown on us and we carry to adulthood from our childhoods, but we are responsible for how we then move forward, and the people we become. (This is outside of serious mental health and illness which can be completely out of your control without help). So, why have I been dwelling. I am sad that I find myself lonely, but I am not alone. I am sad that a future that looked so pretty when I pictured it will not be within my grasp now that I know the truth about who I had been dating. I’m mad that my mom couldn’t be the parent I wanted/needed her to be (Thanks for the great blog post, Tiny Buddha- “Grieving the Parents you Needed but Never Had”).
I forget all of the good things sometimes. That when I acknowledge that I’m sad, I can also say, “But I am goofy, strong, and outgoing. I like myself.” I think that’s the key, and I’ve been leaning into this energy a lot this past week.
Also- If anyone out there is reading- Has anyone ever heard that little voice inside of you telling you what it needs? Before a few days ago, I thought that was all quite silly. But then, when letting my mind wander during those breathing exercises, I heard my own voice say- “I know you’ve been waiting for someone to love you fully and completely. But, I’ve been waiting for you. I’ll wait forever, but please don’t make me.” Man, I bawled and bawled.. And I listed. 🙂 Anyone have a story about their little inside voice? I’d love to hear it!
December 22, 2025 at 5:27 pm #453224
anitaParticipantDear Bea:
The little voice inside me has been telling me these very days to let go of expectations and attachment to what could have been, but wasn’t, and to stop resting what-is, which I cannot change.
A lot of what you’re feeling seems tied to expectations — the future you expected with your partner, the parent you expected your mom to be, and even the version of yourself you expected to grow into. When those expectations don’t match reality, the gap between the two becomes its own kind of grief.
Sadness often comes from attachment: to certain outcomes, to certain people, to certain roles, and even to certain emotional states. We get attached not just to what we like, but also to what we dislike, because both shape our identity. In your case, sadness and anxiety became familiar, almost like a default setting you learned early on.
Letting go is about loosening the grip on the idea that things should have been a certain way. When you release the expectation that life, people, or relationships must match a specific picture, the emotional charge around them starts to fade. Detaching from likes and dislikes means (my little, big voice says 🙂), not letting them dictate your well-being.
Your sadness makes sense in the context of what you hoped for and what you held onto. As you step back from those expectations and see things as they are, not as they were supposed to be, the sadness has less to cling to.
So, I am sitting here this Mon evening, part of me wished I was elsewhere, socializing, thriving in real-life interactions. “Wished”, I say, because right now, this evening, I don’t wish to be anywhere else, I don’t hold a better option in my mind. I’m here. There’s peace in not wishing to be elsewhere, to not redo history.. to just rest in the here and now, just as it is.
🤍 Anita
December 23, 2025 at 11:50 am #453254
BeaParticipantThank you for that, Anita!! 🙂
December 23, 2025 at 12:13 pm #453256
anitaParticipantYou are welcome, Bea. I’ll be glad to read from you and reply anytime you care to post 🙂
December 24, 2025 at 12:10 am #453273
AlessaParticipantHi Bea
I’m sorry to hear that you are grieving a loss and have been feeling sad. It is hard having childhood trauma too, it’s okay to feel mad about it. 🩵
Do you think that perhaps because your mother was so avoidant of her feelings, you have chosen a different strategy? To embrace them? 🩵
All of your feelings are understandable. Buddhism helped me to come to terms with some of my feelings. Someone wrote about memories and feelings from the past bleeding into the present and it being a normal part of the present.
It helped me to give permission for these things to be, because we can have these idea about what it means to be healthy. I feel like it is helpful to acknowledging when we prolong negative feelings, by ruminating on them because at least for me, I was making them last longer than they would ordinarily by worrying and extensively thinking about them instead of just feeling them and letting them be. If that makes sense? 🩵
It shows how much work you have done on yourself to be kind to yourself when you are sad. You have a wonderful awareness and compassion that you’ve nurtured. 🩵
I found meditation and gratitude practice helpful for creating space to enjoy life between negative thoughts and developing positive thoughts. It activates something in the nervous system to be very specific and descriptive of what you are thankful for. Good luck with your breath work! I hear that activates the calming part of the nervous system too. 🩵
Yes, like you I felt very awkward for a while about this idea of the little voice. For me, I was taught to practice tending to an inner child voice by a therapist. Now, I have developed a mummy voice too. It is helpful to be able to comfort ourselves and meet our own needs.
Your experience is profound. Love doesn’t just come from others, it has to come from ourselves. 🩵
My little voice usually asks for things like food and water. Because I was starved growing up and I didn’t drink water often because the stress from childhood trauma caused bladder spasms which would make me wet myself. Taking extra care of myself and listening to these requests makes me feel safer and builds trust. My mummy voice tells my inner child that I am there for her and that I am her mummy now, that she is safe and that I love her and she is a good girl and just as special as my son. 🩵
Who you are today Bea is perfect. In the future, you will change and you will be perfect then too. 🩵
January 1, 2026 at 11:52 am #453689
anitaParticipantHow are you, Bea?
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