whenever anyone mentions that they were talking abt me I get this weird but kind of comforting feeling that I exist to a person outside of our own relationship,, like?? u talked abt me??? u thought of me when I wasn’t there????? i exist to u when I’m not around????!!!!!!?
Replacing “Why is this happening to me?” with “What is this trying to tell me?” has been a game changer for me.
The former creates a hamster wheel, where you’ll replay the story over and over again. Victimized. Stuck.
The latter holds space for a resolution to appear.
I laugh harder with you. I feel more myself with you. I trust you with me–the real me. When something goes wrong, or right, or I hear a funny joke, or I see something bizarre, you’re the first person I want to talk to about it.
anonymously (or not) ask me any question you’d like to know about me
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