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I Hope You Feel Safe, Knowing that I’m Here
A little note
Today, I was thinking about my “why” and a sentence popped up in my mind: “I hope you feel safe, knowing that I’m here.”
My dear readers, I’m talking about you. I know it sounds weird. Why would you need to feel “safe”? And how could I make you feel “safe” as a stranger? Shouldn’t I just be giving out insights and advice to you?
I thought so too. And, yes, that’s what I’m doing. But I realise that it’s not the entire picture. My purpose goes beyond that.
See, I grew up without anyone to truly watch out for me. My attachment system was fucked. Nothing felt safe; my environment could trigger me any time and people I was attached to were largely unpredictable, which led to constant anxiety and self-doubt. I failed at a lot of things. I was disappointed in myself. I wanted to disappear forever.
Looking back, my journey to where I am was practically hell. I pushed forward so hard despite not having much guidance. I created a foundation for myself through tears and panic attacks because no one was going to give that to me. I didn’t even know if I was right. It was blind faith in myself, and luckily it worked.
Now that I’m in a happy committed relationship, I’m fascinated by the power of love and stability. Having something or…
