Spoiler alert: we’re all (yes, everyone) reenacting our past. Life is a language. Love is a language. And most of us learned how to speak it in our families—where the vocabulary wasn’t ours, and the grammar was survival.
Think of it like a house you didn’t build. A garden you didn’t plant.
You didn’t choose the foundation. You didn’t pick the colors.
You inherited the weeds. The cracks. The blueprint.
And now you’re trying to build love inside of it.
Most of us—especially in relationships—are just trying to feel safe. But we chase that safety from a place of powerlessness. We withdraw to get power. We avoid to get control. We defend, thinking it will protect us. But the "power" we learned in childhood wasn’t power at all—it was defensiveness dressed up as survival.
So now? We have to relearn where our power actually lives.
It starts by noticing how we reenact, and why.
Listen to this random audio clip of me rambling about my own shit. Who knows if it’ll make sense.
Maybe it helps you see something in yourself.
Maybe it helps you get your power back.
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