It‘s not always loud or overt. It’s woven into the very air you breathed, making emotional abuse feel normal and safety feel like a trap.
I found myself wondering whether it was really that bad or if I was just too sensitive, too broken, or simply making a mountain out of a molehill, can you relate? If you can, take a breath. That microscopic self-examination is the exact trap you were raised in. When your reality has been systematically rewritten, lied about, and gaslit since before you can even remember, second-guessing your own mind feels like second nature.
And look at how it can follow you into the rooms of your adult life:
Exhaustive, paralyzing self-doubt where every decision feels like a test you are bound to fail.
A deep-seated inability to trust your own gut or anyone else's intentions.
Taking the weight of the world on your shoulders, carrying responsibility for everyone else's feelings while your own are completely ignored.
Gravity pulling you toward familiar, unsafe dynamics because chaos feels strangely like home.
A hollow, relentless perfectionism whispering that you are never, ever good enough.