When “Why Don’t They Leave?” Becomes “Why Didn’t I?” Here's the story of how attending university saved my life. I’ve thought about writing this for a long time, and I think I’m finally ready. A few years ago, I fell into a relationship with someone I hopelessly adored. We worked the same job, and we “clicked” instantly. A few dates turned into heartwarming confessions, long hours spent texting, a... » Continue Reading
In this post I'll dwell on a topic that's been plaguing my mind lately. I have always loved too hard, but not in the way people expect. My strongest love has never been romantic - it’s platonic, loud, deep, and endless. I love my friends with the intensity others reserve for soulmates. I remember the way they laugh, the foods they like, the exact cadence of their sighs. I've found » Continue Reading
Living the Aftermath of a BPD relationship. They say trauma bonds feel like love, but what you’re really addicted to is survival. I didn’t understand that for at least half a year. Until after the breakups and reconciliations, the gaslighting, the love-bombing followed by sudden silence. Until after my nervous system had been rewired like a faulty alarm that never shuts off. No matter how sure I a... » Continue Reading
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