For years, I searched for connection the only way I knew how: by performing, people-pleasing, and losing myself in relationships. I thought if I could just be kind enough, supportive enough, wanted enough, I’d finally earn love that felt safe. Instead, I found enmeshment, resentment, and cycles of shame that left me more disconnected than ever—from others and from myself.

 

These books are about what happened when I stopped performing, looked at my trauma and found the love I deserved.