I’m not proud to admit, I have bad relationships. I get obsessive and anxious. I fall into unhealthy patterns with unhealthy people. And I let them destroy my life from the inside out. 

Part of this pattern is due to insecure attachments and trauma brain. The other part? My love for equally damaged animals. I’m a sucker for “helping” people at the cost of helping myself. I’m drawn to people with problems. I’m skilled at orienting my life around someone else’s. I’m great at being a little helper and telling myself that’s all I’m good for. Thanks, trauma!

It’s easy to beat myself up, to feel like a “dumb girl,” or to chide myself for being an emotional martyr… but the fact is, I never learned about healthy relationships. I have good intentions, but I can easily care too much for people who don’t even care about themselves. And every time, I get blown off-course from wherever I was headed with my own life and mental health recovery. How about you?

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