Honestly, I think my childhood trauma came from feeling emotionally distant from my own family. I learned very early to stay quiet about my feelings because whenever I needed comfort or understanding, I felt unheard. So instead of expressing my pain, I started pretending I was okay.
I became someone who cried alone, healed alone, and carried heavy emotions silently. Maybe that’s why I love people so deeply now, because I know how painful it feels to not feel emotionally understood by the people who were supposed to make you feel safe.
And the saddest part is, those family wounds stay with you. They make you overthink, fear being unwanted, and get attached to small acts of kindness because deep down, all you ever wanted was genuine love and emotional safety.
My own cup is empty. This is why I am currently unable to pour into others. If anyone cares about me, this is the time to pour into me. Even the strongest soldiers sometimes get vulnerable and need rest.