THIS is how trauma bonds hide in plain sight. We looked happy. The same way toxic relationships begin with the illusion of something beautiful. But behind closed doors, the story was very different. No one saw how there were days I didn’t recognize myself. Days where I was trying to survive a kind of love that felt more like erasure. Love shouldn’t feel like a place you need to escape from. I remember wondering if I’d ever feel like myself again. And if you’re in that place, I want you to know t

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