I Call My Name Out Into the Dark

"I was a girl who was desperate to be loved but couldn’t imagine being loved in a way where they could see the parts of being human you can’t rehearse."

Why is it that a good portion of the readership of this newsletter I’ve interacted with is okay with either mistreating themselves or accepting abysmal treatment at the hands of another person? What is it about abuse that is so appealing?

I’m in the process of reprogramming after a lifetime of attaching myself to relationships, friendships, and, weirdly …