Helplessness didn’t have to be my identity, I wasn’t condemned to it. I was willing – able – to change. Our enmeshment had been enabled by my belief that I needed [my mom] to help me, to take care of things for me – and to save me – but, back in the home where I’d learned this helplessness, I found I no longer felt that I was trapped in it.
Helplessness didn’t have to be my identity, I wasn’t condemned to it. I was willing – able – to change. Our enmeshment had been enabled by my belief that I needed [my mom] to help me, to take care of things for me – and to save me – but, back in the home where I’d learned this helplessness, I found I no longer felt that I was trapped in it.