It's hard to trust and let someone in though, isn't it? I often wonder if I'm drawn to the 'wounded aloneness' because it's what I know, or maybe it's the narcissistic part of me that thinks no one can help, I have to do it all on my own.

I found the piece really poignant because I feel I'm at that stage of wondering whether I'll ever be able to internalise a 'good enough' experience, and whether therapy is actually just rubbing salt into the wound... the let downs, the breaks, loving someone who doesn't love me back... feels like a continuous replay. So, for those who have, how do you break the cycle?