You feel eyes on you, even when there’s no one in the room. You don’t actually need other people to judge you – you do that yourself just fine. You play the judge, the witness, and the court, all at once. The voices in your head hold you accountable...
You had a fine childhood. Nothing dramatic happened to you. No abuse. No accidents. No deaths in the family that you couldn’t process. By any external measure, your life has been good – even enviable. So why do you have anxiety? Why does criticism gut you?...
Most people, when they first hear about the humiliation wound, dismiss it on the spot. Not me. I had a fine childhood. I’ve never really been humiliated. That dismissal is the wound’s first defence. And I know, because it was mine too. What the humiliation...
Someone says they’ll be there at 8. They’re a bit late. By the time they walk in apologising at 8:25, you’ve already written them off in your head, prepared what you were going to say, and decided you knew this would happen. The trust wound got there...
You were the easy one. The good one. The one who didn’t need much. You learned early that your needs shouldn’t be too loud, too inconvenient, too anything. You’ve been quietly taking care of yourself ever since. That’s not a personality trait....
You get an email. Or a text. Or a look across the room. And before you can even register what happened, your stomach has dropped through the floor and you’re sitting there feeling like someone’s punched you in the gut. That’s the rejection wound... 