I’ve long believed that if I understood something really well, I could handle it. Seems logical, right? When problems pop up, we look for causes. When something breaks, we fix it. When people hurt us, we try to grasp what occurred. This mindset served me okay for ages. Life then dropped me a situation that…
When I was younger, forty appeared to be some kind of finish line. Not the endpoint of life, but a point where things were supposed to be figured out. Back then, I believed I’d accomplished enough by that age – built a nice house, had a stable career, learned plenty of valuable stuff. My twenties…
The first days after betrayal are not only heartbreak. They are psychological disorientation — a collapse of safety, identity and self-worth.