Timeouts were there to remind me I was unlovable, to tell me I deserved rejection and prove that I was unwanted.
I was caught in the vicious cycle of longing for deep, meaningful relationships but being too afraid to hold onto them.
We need to talk about it: share your story, your questions, and your thoughts. Raise awareness. Spread knowledge. And maybe, just maybe, one day we can see a change.
My real parents are the ones who fed me a warm meal, who tucked me in at night, who brought me to dance class.
It’s okay to struggle. It’s okay to have bad days. It’s okay to talk about it and it’s okay to ask for help.
How can excitement and anxiety coexist so intensely within my being?