Today I was reminded how powerful our attachment wounds can be. I have what’s called a fearful-avoidant (disorganized) attachment style. Part of me deeply craves closeness and reassurance, while another part of me is terrified of rejection. When those parts collide, my nervous system can go into full alarm mode. This morning I felt that old childhood feeling of abandonment rise up in my chest. The same feeling I remember from being a little girl who believed she was alone and unloved. It would have been easy to shut down, withdraw, or assume the worst. Instead, I did something that is very hard for me. I communicated directly. I told my partner: “When you said you were tired, I felt rejected. It brought up old wounds from childhood where I felt unloved.” And even though it was uncomfortable, I asked for what I needed: comfort and reassurance. That moment may seem small, but for someone healing from trauma, it’s huge. Secure attachment isn’t about never getting triggered. It’s about repairing, communicating, and choosing connection instead of silence. Today I’m proud of myself for facing that fear and speaking honestly. Healing happens in moments like these— when the wounded parts of us learn that love can still be safe.

Fact of the Day Vending machines kill 13 people per year. Stick to shopping in the produce & fresh mest departments. If the produce falls, it becomes an exercise…deep squats to pick up or jumping over or around so as not to slip!😹😹😹