Loving someone in survival mode is a tragic experience. You see their pain, destructive behaviors, and their self sabotage. But you also see their heart, their joy, and their humor. Eventually, you’re left to grieve their potential.
Some people fight themselves over and over to get out of their comfort zone and their life reflects that—every couple months, they reach a new level of insights, knowledge, wisdom and freedom. They change in front of your eyes.
It’s like watching a phoenix rise again and again.
it is so fucking cool how different parts of you are discovered, recovered, brought out, subdued, tweaked, or changed altogether by your dynamics with other ppl. i will never get over that part of existence lol. the way we are shaped thru our connections
Expecting something from someone that you know they can’t give you, is a self sabotage. Meet people where they are and let those who actually have what you need feed you.