The illusion of control of one’s environment, be it things or people, is fear based, not love based. It will wear away at the soul of the controller until they are only a shadow of what they might have been. This behavior always has the same ending. It always fails.
As an adult, I attended several treatment programs designed for alcoholics which helped with the compulsions temporarily but it was nothing more than a bandaide for me.
I was born into a family of generational trauma and the subsequent continual crisis that goes with it. I can’t remember a time when there wasn’t fear in my life from one traumatic incident after the other. And so went my life, from childhood until my diagnosis of PTSS, anxiety, and depression at the age […]