Slowly but surely—as the popular adage goes—I’m seeing my best friend live. It turns out that genuinely loving a person does heal. How does that work? How does genuine love heal? Well, rather than being buckets that only seek to be filled, would we not find more happiness, and thereby, experience healing, in being conduits of genuine love to one another?
An apparently emotionless father would have a daughter living in emotional hell. That’s me, the daughter. I’ve suffered many things from my dysfunctional father.
I searched the WordPress Reader for the term and came across a blog. Finally, I saw a definition of codependency that was clear as noonday. A codependent happens to be someone like me, but wait—there’s more.
I just read an article today from The Psych Talk, and I feel so delighted to see myself in most—if not all—of its points. I suppose you’d be sad if it’s your first time to realize such things about yourself. As for my case though, it’s been a while since I tried to understand my…