You spend years knowing something is wrong the way you know a room is cold, you can feel it without being able to explain it. You have language for some of it eventually. Abandonment. Trauma. Hypervigilance. Words that help but don't quite reach the thing they're trying to name. And then one day someone lays it out in a table. Columns. Rows. Cause and effect, lined up in plain language. This behavior. This childhood presentation. This is what it became in you as an adult. This is where it shows up in your work, your body, your marriage, your child. I sat with it for a long time before I could really take it in.
