Hey L,
There’s a question many of us have wondered but fear saying out loud.
That question lives somewhere below the surface, below the explanations we give for our behavior, below the shame we carry around like a second skin. It doesn’t announce itself.
It just hungers.
And that question is, Am I enough?
Or more accurately… Am I enough to be loved and accepted?
Not “do people love me.” Not “does God love me” in a recite-it-from-memory type of way. No, the question is rawer than that. More personal. It’s the one that shows up at 2am when you’re staring at your phone.
It’s the one underneath the argument you picked with your partner. The one that was already running in the background the last time you acted out. You may not have named it, but it was there. Hungry.
This month, we’re naming it.
We’re talking about the need for love and acceptance. Not as a soft, inspirational concept or something that you would see on a cat poster.
But as a real, biological, psychological drive that shapes behavior in ways most people never connect to their actual lives.
Because here’s the truth and what the research tells us and what we see over and over in those we serve doing the difficult work of recovery. When that hunger goes unmet long enough, early enough, it doesn’t go away.
It goes underground.
And underground is where the most destructive coping strategies are built.
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