“I can’t do anything right. There’s something wrong with me.”
My daughter said these words quietly, almost as if she didn’t want me to hear them. But I did. And the moment I did, something in my chest cracked open.
I knew that feeling. I’d carried it my entire childhood.
I thought I’d escaped. I’d done the work – therapy, journaling, deep self-awareness. I knew my wounds. I’d promised myself I would never recreate what I’d experienced.
But knowing isn’t healing.
Read what I discovered about unconscious patterns, the difference between intellectual awareness and embodied healing, and what it means to break the cycle – I’ve written about it for Tiny Buddha:
Read the full story here: Breaking the Cycle of “There’s Something Wrong with Me”