I’m starting to realize that the close relationship we had growing up was based on me just silencing my needs and suppressing my authentic personality. It’s pretty depressing, because as I embrace myself more I know it will cause problems and I’m trying to brace myself to be okay with that.
What’s your experience with this?
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I felt the same. Realizing love was conditional on self-erasure hit hard. I started small – setting tiny boundaries and watching who respected them. That’s how I reclaimed myself.