We often reconfigure our lives, twisting ourselves in knots, to be loved and feel loved.
A Story of Codependency
Growing up in a loving home with lots of attention, affection, and approval, it amazes me that I became so friggin’ codependent. I have sold my soul for love, tap-danced for acceptance, care-given until I felt all “gived out.”
It started at an early age when I turned from looking after my dolls to looking after the little kids in the neighborhood. When the bunches of us would play together on our backyard swing set, I would usher the younger siblings of my same-age friends down the sliding board, patting them when they got off. Weird, I know. But I learned at an early age that people need each other.
