Breakthrough of the day:
Back when I had #1 i sat in the hospital bed holding my baby imaging all the life threatening situations I’d be able to save her from. Fierce tiger attack? I planned how to kill a tiger. Car rolled over on her? I imagined different scenarios and spent time planning the most effective way to lift that car off my newborn. And on and on. I always prided myself on instantly being this uber protective mom and today it just came to me that that is another fucking trauma response from my fucked up childhood. I’m a walking talking trauma response. It’s my whole Fucking personality.
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