A life lived in fragments. Selves that surface and disappear swiftly. A portrait of survival shaped by splitting, where what looks like mystery is really the choreography of a nervous system trying to stay safe.
A life lived in fragments. Selves that surface and disappear swiftly. A portrait of survival shaped by splitting, where what looks like mystery is really the choreography of a nervous system trying to stay safe.
I didn’t lose a foundation.
I lost a fantasy.
And fantasies dissolve.
They don’t destroy.
Finally Integrating the truth after months of running on emotional instinct.
All along, you were just a good mirror, latching on to an anchor, in a sinking ship.
What is your stance? Are you defending or offending,? You may be prone to use Stonewall or Grey rock.
But which one will it be? And are we self reflective enough to see this clearly? 🗿🪨
Identity-level internal chaos and avoidant attachment is driving you to sabotage and lose control. But, rest assured this was no failure. You could think of it as practice.
A lot of people stay in this for years.
You snapped out in months, and honestly, faster mentally than emotionally.
That’s self-protection.
Your intuition is strong.