As I reflect on my journey, I realize how deeply I misunderstood love and misjudged my suffering. From an unconscious place rooted in trauma, I poured my heart and soul into serving others, by over-giving and over-accommodating. I was unaware during this time, but I believed vigilant “helping”behaviour would ensure I receive the love and care I craved. I became a high-functioning people-pleaser, while in blind denial of my own pain, masking my true needs & desires behind a facade of control and competence. I was overmanaging every detail, every relationship, every conversation, trying to anticipate and meet the needs of others while neglecting my own.
But the weight of that endeavor crushed me. It was unsustainable from the start, destined to fail. I felt drained, invisible, & shamefully lost. The pain from giving my power away left me feeling broken and confused. There was also resentment which perpetuated my guilt & shame. I couldn’t admit the deprivation I felt. I believed I could handle it myself, by myself.
But in the silence, I began to whisper to myself, “What am I doing? Why am I living like this?” And slowly, the truth began to unfurl. I saw that my actions weren’t born of love, but of a deep-seated need to be loved. I was repeating patterns of trauma, rather than experiencing the love and connection I yearned for.
As I acknowledge this now, I recognize and feel a sense of compassion and understanding wash over me. I’m learning to untangle the abusive patterns I was blind to before, to nurture the peace of my own heart, and to cultivate honesty that nourishes my soul. I’m finding my way, slowly, into a more authentic, more loving version of myself.







