My subconscious addiction to pain and suffering came to light a couple of years ago. After a highly toxic relationship ending in my life, I realized I didn't know anything but sorrow.

Anxiety is a precious gift of love to yourself.

What I mean is I used to be afraid to drive on the highway.

Everytime I got in the car and knew I had to be on the highway, I'd start panicking.

All the "what if's" would overwhelm me & I'd be in a state of flight or fight in no time.

Sweating.
Paranoid.
Neurotic & on-edge.

Be, do, have.

I was stuck in the "do" phase for years and wondered why the f*ck things were never working out for me.

Confused, depressed, anxious, and so upset with the world for not reciprocating my needs, I felt abandoned.