The Trigger Was Never Waiting, It Was What Waiting Meant

“The deepest pain was never the waiting,  it was what waiting made me believe about myself.” Today, I had a realisation. Waiting is a trigger for me. Not because I am impatient. Not because I cannot tolerate uncertainty. But because for years, waiting became the language of my pain. In my married life, I wasContinue reading “The Trigger Was Never Waiting, It Was What Waiting Meant”