According to psychology, the urge to immediately fix a partner’s or friend’s distress instead of just sitting with them in it isn't empathy; it is your own low frustration tolerance. When someone you love is hurting, and you instantly jump into problem-solving mode, offering unsolicited advice or trying to find a silver lining, you are often trying to soothe your own secondary anxiety. You aren't rescuing them from their pain; you are rescuing yourself from the discomfort of witnessing a vulnerability you don't know how to hold.
The final stage of healing is becoming a fucking weirdo again. Where you’re so powerful and so free inside yourself you just don’t give a shit. It’s all art. It’s all life. It’s all beautiful. That’s the fucking point.
i loved the slow burn of becoming myself, this is true romance and intimacy, learning what brings me the most pleasure and happiness. it takes so much trust and presence to let this beautiful journey unfold and i’d do it every time because i have immense self-love.
One thing about me is I be knowing. I know u insecure asf. I know u projecting. I know u hate urself so u try to dim me. I see right through it. Nothing offends me
Nobody tells you how hard it is to rewire your brain so you can allow amazing things to happen to you after so much trauma or hurt. Blessings exist, good people exist, a softer life exists. Let it happen.