All my life, I’ve had an unhealthy fear and loathing of mistakes and regret. As a result, I rarely experience deep pains more than once – I make sure of it. This sounds like it could be a helpful quality, but in actuality, it has kept me from exploring the unknown. In many cases, I’ve allowed the pain of regret to shape and define me – a quality I desperately desire to shed.
As a little kid, my father was my superhero! I was a daddy’s girl all the way, and I lived on his lap. Of course, there were couches, chairs, the floor, but if he was in the room, that’s where I planted myself. It’s where I felt most safe and loved. It’s the only aspect of my personality that anyone could consider “needy,” otherwise, I was fiercely independent.
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Broken Bits 