One of the most difficult things I’ve faced as an adult survivor of childhood abuse, is how easy, and sinister it is to confuse familiar situations with healthy ones.

PTSD can almost feel like nostalgia, and you sometimes make choices based on a skewed narrative.

Even as someone who is extremely intuitive like me, has fallen into deep traps of unhealthy belonging because the “unhealthy” part still sometimes confuses me. When you were raised without basic standards of care, a lot of things feel healthier, but not actually healthy.

Over the past two years, I’ve realized a couple of my closer relationships were actually pretty toxic, and I’ve had to set new boundaries, and create space. Childhood abuse violates your sense of reality is profound ways.