Love: The Sequel
9 years. 9 years. It's been that long and I am making another post about the same topic- love . As I reread what I wrote years ago I am terrified because what I wrote about has repeated. I am in the process of recovering from a relationship that ended because we ultimately weren't what each other needed, wanted, hoped for. Over the years I was numb. I didn't realize how my toxic childhood molded me to be a fearful, anxiety ridden young adult. I don't know if I thought that was the norm or I was used to living in "survival mode" for so long. I think of my anxiety and childhood trauma as dirty dishes in a sink. For so many years, I put more and more towels over the dishes to make them invisible. It wasn't hard to live life if you ignore the things holding you back. All of that changed when I met him. He held my hand and truly helped me start the process of uncovering my dishes- piece, by piece. He was my rock. My beacon of love and hope. I will never for...